Lyrics:
When I step outside
Always think imma die from a homicide
Niggas living they life but they traumatized
Mamas cry you know that my mama ride
When I
on my clientele keep my shit in drive
Same number it's a wonder that I'm still alive
Every day I pass by where my nigga died
And get to thinkin bout
and shire out night causing scenes
Run through yo city out at night and that's by any means
I was just calling to tell you that I love you
And that loving
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
Ever since mama got
Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
Ever since mama got
smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth
And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And me I can't forget the pain I
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
these fuck
Niggas
Chette died by the fye
But he died with his niggas
Pray God protect all of my Enemies
Seem like my friends gone be Done get me
Played me
IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
I was there the day I saw her cry
After Mama Teddy Bear said 10-4 she turned off the old CB
And her heart overflowed and her tears ran free
drop no dollars
But he do drop bombs
RIP tig' cause he died in the storm
Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if
Rappa Dappa bustin up a Mac-10
Say de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem
From New York City to di clock a' Big Ben
De whole world a shout de Rappa Don
Come
the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I won't
pussy ass niggas spinned the block
The same pussy niggas, I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga tryin to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was
Yuh it's a drought in the city 3x
Baby that's how I EAT 2x
Imma rock out wit this choppa NO slipknot
Brand new glizzy bih check out my jump shot
I
Run mother fucker better run from me
Back now for the city with the cutlery
Bow down if you never had no love for me
Stretch out got no pitty better
bitch
Run down and bust his head
Bitch, ask my mama, she told
Me, "Zip a nigga, " and I did
Oh, you don't like me for
That nigga? Fuck you too, this what
one there to lend a hand the day the music died
Do you remember New Orleans and do you really care?
It was the city where the blues was born,
smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth
And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And me I can't forget the pain I
straight to jail tryna run the routes that I ran
My nigga tote the type of chopper you would get from Iran
I cook up so much dope, nigga, that I locked up my
you to go home i
Want you to talk to 10
Of your friends i want you guys
To come up with real
Solutions i would like for the Atlanta
City police
Make a nigga reminisce on when my man died
Said I just touched down on some new shit
You 'gon make me turn you to a news clip
Said I'm 10 toes down
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