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Crooked I
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Never Forget (feat. Eddie Fontaine)
I'm broker than a bitch and I'm sick and tired I'm feelin' like I'm walkin' in fire I'm feeling like I'm jojo dancer before I expire In long beach them bullets wiz by ya Clappa ain't a rapper still it spit fire In ain't no jobs nobody gets hired So to escape it junkies get higher 6 in the morning hustling on the corner Tryin' to get out that abyss I was born and switch me with form And rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get Mixed with no warning Piss poor got my school clothes from the thrift store Just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward So I dropped out thinkin' this war Nigga get yours Cash over bitches true religion You see what's going on through the kitchen We steppin' on crack same drug broke Your mothers back like the superstition Me and the boys is sellin' poison Like we three members of new edition You said we'll die or get threw in prison If I make a song about it who would listen I'm walkin' down the street nigga broke as fuck Lookin' for a deuce tryin' to patch up But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt I was walkin' down the street with my nigga Skinny Kinny On my side, bitches passing by Niggas won't let a nigga rise so he stuck I'm walkin' down the street tryin' to catch the bus Just to catch the train headed to Lyon Tryin' to do my thing cause I just can't stop, I can't stop And it's real as real it gets I struggled for years just to breathe in this bitch Some of us die some got threw in prison I wanna ride for a new position I wanna make an album about my life but in this music business tell me who would listen 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Whatchu' wanna hear truth or fiction Petty niggas talkin' about they movin' shipments Like UPS but you BS so your birds wouldn't know what to do with pigeons Keep it hunnid every time I rock a beat And I done it deep from the heart I sleep with a gun I dream about peace but not the one under the pillow motherfucker Glock 9 rather rock mics put a stop sign On the block life slingin' hot lines Over rock pipes then I got signed I'm in the spotlight CL600 silver Benz makin' love to my dividends Gettin' calls from relatives I never knew at all And niggas that never been my friends Niggas that never been my friends You niggas changed the way you treat me Ridin' down the street with my top down Got a bad bitch sittin' on my side rubbin' on my thigh Wondering why I'm so motherfuckin' fly and I smile I drop her off pick up one more everyday that's how it goes In every way that's how it goes I'm ridin' down the street with my nigga Skinny Kinny on my side In that black on back 'lac sittin' on them 6's Man this money shit is addictive And its real as real as it gets It's funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch I'll never forget man How you niggas gonna hate on me I'm a top rhyming, section A Spraying raid on roaches nigga man You niggas should be inspired by me A'right, that's real motherfucker talk dog When I lay that GT coupe on the boulevard Nigga it came from nothing You nigga supposed to be inspired right now You just a looter nigga like me
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