Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
A.K.47 ways to heaven, I took 'em for a 211 and left his ass with 187
Just a another nigga dead and gone
He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
Niggas want me dead everyday I wake up
Fuck you talking 'bout, you ain't talking paper
And here's another one, here's another one
Streets watching
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
A hit this nigga dead
Do y'all believe in ghosts?
Reach in the stash where I keep the toast
Then put a hole in ya gut big enough
To stash a whole ki'
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
sofa
I'm known as the chosen one
Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes
When niggas weighin' coke and not the pro's and cons
Well,
so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo’ dead homies
It's so hardto
foreign, nigga
And a R plus another R, my nigga
But I used to want a Ford Explorer, nigga
Had to move the trap house to Florida, nigga
Had to move
degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Yo yo
You bout to be another dead rapper but who know
Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
We'll see, til then
All I know
Sherman Heller, crack pusher
You gotta serve fiends by all means
To make cream to feed home
I'm just another gangsta, breed homes
Let me run wit my niggas
for eight figures shot, pass that nigga
Set the world on fire, where your match at, nigga?
AKOO and Hustle Gang did thirty somethin' million
Another
the clouds
Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss a nigga off, shoot him dead in his frown
Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck
another sleepin' ass nigga got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch
The crooked ass niggas
on another nigga, that's negative alone
But you sucked his dick, that's just nasty
Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No)
You fucking with Wayne? (No)
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
Get a nigga dead and gone in a day
My opps out so my shooters came out to play
Big forty five and it's tucked in my waist, You ain't getting money
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery, another motherfucker jacked
But now my niggas talkin' about
the enemy from killing us
But I don't know
I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga
Or is it just another fucking hood?
I'm having talks with my nigga Little
G from down the street
And the nigga been dead for three weeks
I'm going crazy,
Discuss these another dead nigga by marvaless Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In