歌詞

Pipe that shit up, TNT D-Mac on the fuckin' track I'll tell you 'bout my life But you'll probably wouldn't understand We was scared to leave the house Without our pipes, even though we don't fear no man And a problem we ain't tryna fight Tryna put you in the scene Send you where we sent your man Fuck doing your dead ass friend Fuck you and your dead ass partners Totin' brooms like Harry Potter Can't finna go back in silence My nigga did it, ain't pay no dollar My nigga step in the name of love My nigga step in a puddle of blood Choppa started jumping head to moon walking like MJ would Ain't nothin' changed, I'm in a Lamb' pullin' sticks up out the hood Ain't nothing changed, even with the fame, I wish a nigga would Mama told me don't play with my food, thanking mama I overstood Get ready on that beat and I ain't tell I got food Heard these niggas gon' claim that beef Well, Jackboy, claim the plate I don't need no Kryptonite, big .40 knock off Superman cape Big .40 rearrange Superman face Go cap put his ass, put his ass to the face Talk about gunning in a broad day In the field, move swifter than LJ Stick with the man, goalie What the fuck? TEC-9, I need a Rollie Fuck that, get his ass for the loot Dropping heat, doing night in the booth Choppa spit like it's missing a tooth When it hit night on the parole Get sick, fuck around with you Talking with the hos, put on your moves Putting your bitch ass on the news Stop when you hear me show With two of us it get surgical The pretty candy is lyrical Fuck nigga make this a miracle Gun with the drum, it's a musical Go make his ass go ay, he go I can line them up like dominoes I'll tell you 'bout my life But you'll probably wouldn't understand We was scared to leave the house Without our pipes, even though we don't fear no man And a problem we ain't tryna fight Tryna put you in the scene Send you where we sent your man Fuck doing your dead ass friend Fuck you and your dead ass partners Totin' brooms like Harry Potter Can't finna go back in silence My nigga did it, ain't pay no dollar My nigga step in the name of love My nigga step in a puddle of blood Choppa started jumping head to moon walking like MJ would Ain't nothin' changed, I'm in a Lamb' pullin' sticks up out the hood Ain't nothing changed, even with the fame, I wish a nigga would Mama told me don't play with my food, thanking mama I overstood Get ready on that beat and I ain't tell I got food I'll tell you 'bout my life But you'll probably wouldn't understand (Understand, un-understand, un-understand) Ain't nothing change if I'm with the fame I wish a nigga would I'll tell you 'bout my life But you'll probably wouldn't understand We was scared to leave the house Without our pipes, even though we don't fear no man And a problem we ain't tryna fight Tryna put you in the scene Send you where we sent your man Fuck doing your dead ass friend Fuck you and your dead ass partners Totin' brooms like Harry Potter Can't finna go back in silence My nigga did it, ain't pay no dollar My nigga step in the name of love My nigga step in a puddle of blood Choppa started jumping head to moon walking like MJ would Ain't nothin' changed, I'm in a Lamb' pullin' sticks up out the hood Ain't nothing changed, even with the fame, I wish a nigga would Mama told me don't play with my food, thanking mama I overstood Get ready on that beat and I ain't tell I got food
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Thomas Horton, David K. Mcdowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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