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Uh, uh, uh, uh, look I got a candlelight for you niggas (Uh-huh) I ain't gotta plan to fight with you niggas I'ma just pull up where you hang out Then strip the life from you niggas (Uh) Get you smellin' like paint thinner The meth lab goin' brazy (Uh-huh) But, the chef big Crippin' in the kitchen Trippin' made a livin' off his grandmama dishes, uh You hit the store for the Sudafed (Yeah) Don't know [?] 'nem, bro, you the feds (Yeah) Click-click, not a phone clickin' And every twenty-four hours, the phone messin' up, look (Uh-huh) We don't got long distance, still call up and shoot you from long distance Clothes rippin', bones chillin' Folk grip 'em, don't miss him Ain't no time for the doublе-back I ain't got a mask on, you ain't got gloves on Bro, let's get thе fuck on, and let's get the fuck home Everybody stripes us in question (Uh-huh) 'Cause we ain't no killers, just caught in our feelings 'Cause we lost our homie, now we wanna get 'em His mama was cryin', his baby an infant, but don't even trip- 'Cause I got a candlelight for you niggas Letras de cancionesI ain't gotta plan to ride on you niggas My niggas prayin' to slide, so if you plannin' to die; It's just a day in the life for my killers And I got a candlelight for you niggas It's just a day in the life for my killers So you don't wanna play with the life of my niggas Unless you want a candlelight for your niggas, huh Street corner gettin' roped off Still tryna get a little dope off (Uh-huh) Basehead, think he finna get a deal Nigga, better knock that little hope off (Shit) I ain't been the same since they killed Jay Why they had to knock my little loc off? Told my little nigga not to gangbang But a stray bullet knocked my bro off Niggas know I can't fuck off, he was a big blood in these streets Bro, there ain't no love in these streets (Uh-uh) Got like four slugs in my heat Got like two drugs in my veins You ain't seen two years of my pain (Uh-uh) You ain't seen two tears on my face Nigga, I'm top tier with this K I'm talkin' street corners, families huddled up With your mom cryin', [?] I'm talkin' street tape and helicopters comin' And the Channel 7 News interviewin' I'm talkin' genocide and generational curses I'm talkin' doors open, when we catch you 'Cause, nigga, no windows ain't workin' Whenever I catch you- I got a candlelight for you niggas I ain't gotta plan to ride on you niggas My niggas prayin' to slide, so if you plannin' to die; It's just a day in the life for my killers (Uh-uh) And I got a candlelight for you niggas (Uh-huh) It's just a day in the life for my killers So you don't wanna play with the life of my niggas Unless you want a candlelight for your niggas, huh On God I stomped that nigga out in the mall, though What you mean, nigga? Tcch, bitch [?] The deal, little niggas? (What's the deal, big homie?) You niggas ready to go ride on these niggas? [?] We finna lay all these niggas down, on the dead homies (On the dead homies) We finna-, we finna beat on niggas lik-, look We finna beat on niggas like, look-, look-, look You gon' die, and this the reason why (This nigga, man) You killed the bro, so now you gotta die Lately, daily, I think about layin' you down (Uh) Ayy, hold on, look-, look-, look (Hahahaha) Bodies all on the ground I put that on my hood (On the hood) On the dead homies, though Nigga, we really finna slide on them niggas Ayy, wait, wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Turn the music down, turn the music down Yeah, hold on, is that them niggas right there? From Letras Mania