Kilogram
Joseph Kente, and Paul Moore
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All that shit you spit bout dope fam Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam Noose tight around ya throat fam Sold ya soul for a few kilograms Take note to ma diatribe 50 said get rich or ima die tryin Now that's some words i abide by It's automatic, i aint een gotta try Now er'body cant be wise guys Toting guns just for fun doin drivebys Sometimes ya gotta be wise guy And see thru that bullshit wit ya 3rd eye Cuz aint nothin gon be handed to ya Ya money got diarrhea and it ran thru ya Cuz you aint have a plan of action Lofty ass goals but they never caught traction And aint nothin on that corner for ya Tell me what being thug really doing for ya I got time and im listening I got a mind of my own, im resisting All that shit you spit bout dope fam Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam Noose tight around ya throat fam Sold ya soul for a few kilograms All that shit you spit bout Dope fam Slangin' rock on da block Duckin' cops fam When is it ever gonna stop fam Sold ya soul for a few Kilograms Damn Dead or jail is ya outcome Did a 5 year bid, only out one And already on some bullshit Left a brotha half dead from a full clip And it's a shame how it happened Started out hand to hand, now you clappin A drug deal gone sideways It's fucked up cuz you really think crime pays But it's ya soul that's for sale fam And you pay what you weigh by the kilogram Ya held down by the mark up And it dont take shit for you to spark up In ya hood, yea you well known For cooking up crack and dat home grown But upstate you a fly weight And you stackin' that cake tryna buy weight All that shit you spit bout dope fam Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam Noose tight around ya throat fam Sold ya soul for a few kilograms All that shit you spit bout Dope fam Slangin' rock on da block Duckin' cops fam When is it ever gonna stop fam Sold ya soul for a few Kilograms Damn The eastside where you re-up You got married to the game wit a prenupt And ya wanna live large wit ya feet up But yo' supplier, always get his cut Now ya scheming on ya boss fam If you gone win, then he gotta take a loss fam So ya creep down a side street Stay cool witcha heat in da back seat You jump out at the stash house You know right where it's at, time to cash out You go straight for da safe Shottie on blast, bout to spray up da place Scout on da roof peeped out ya whole play You doubt it's the truth but you died anyway Didnt see it coming SO ya didn't understand How ya mans set you up for a few kilograms All that shit you spit bout dope fam Is suicide gotcha swinging from a rope fam Noose tight around ya throat fam Sold ya soul for a few kilograms Damn
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