Lyrics:
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Will I look a n**** dead in his eyes and know he's dead wrong
And don't leave him dead to realize, it's a f***ed up world we live in
I'm tired
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
a statistic of gun crime
One shot, in an early morning drive-by
Same shot silenced everybody's lifeline
Shooter gets locked away, we say bye-bye
Dead body, just
live
Don't wait until I die
To spread the roses over my grave
To see as you pass it by
Give me the roses while I live
Trying to cheer me
city n**ga HOU
No wonder why n**gas walking round like they on the moon
Moving slow tryna blow for them flowers that dont bloom
This rose from
knowin' if we´ll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I´m the first to break wild til they all die
your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I got you cryin'
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
At least I can say I was loved
And Then We Live And Then We Die
Sometimes we fall and then we fly Lord let me fly
God Knows I wasn't ready for this one
God
halen je kwijt
So don't run (ssh shh)
Jump on a ride met waps on side
Die mannen van daar zijn geen partij
Jump in die hooptie let's drive by
Ren
we
Fight for our lives in the ghetto
N every nigga strung out over a bitch in stilettos
And we be fightin off the lows by getting high as a falsetto
My favorite pistol, cause when I let that bitch ride
I know the homicide is being carried out in official
Niggas steady bumpin guns, but don't want
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin'
They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin'
Somebody's gonna die tonight
love you! (Love)
Mama, Papa hope you know I love you! (Love)
Let’s get up n' change what we come to, (Come to)
Hands up either way they gon' gun you.
mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
I've got to make it to Rose's back door
Something
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's vendetta
(X2)
Verse 2
If you live by da sword then you die by da sword
It don't
a portion of my thoughts And paint a portrait
Hoping I keep growin like some roses
Premiering live
I hope that you hear me now Now
Waiting for my time
your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin' back
Then live with the pain
Young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell Sheek
in the house with my gun trying to hide it
Now my momma say boy you look nice in them diamonds
They hating hella hard
I'm switching prices
Let him live
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
Police lives matter, only fools say they don't matter
If police dismantled 'n' shut down the rest of society scatters
Who remains to keep the order,
the start
Big body ghost, guide me thru the city streets
Live by the code honor respect is the least
Overlook and they talk, my price just increase
Raise in
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