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(Pipe that shit up, TnT) Yeah, uh Uh, yeah, yeah Mhm, yeah Back to back rolling up, four in the morning, thinking about my nigga Lord knows that I'ma miss you Sometimes my life get super wild and I be wishing I was with you But the turtle race continues Don't dot the door without my pistol Just know whenever they come and get me, it's gon' be a bang out Long live Bangout, he was the first to leave on this journey Lord, don't let me leave this earth so early Let me watch my seeds grow and flourish Promise to change my ways, I'm going corporate Mama said this where the thuggin' ends I wonder who gon' fix my heart, I wonder who gon' wipe my tears Wonder why my life hard, I wonder when my pain gon' heal And tell the feds I know they real, don't want no smoke with 'em But they had my brother, I had to come and get him So many niggas fell a victim, lost off in the system I hit my knees, God came and got me So many court dates and funerals, tribulations and trials Snakes with handshakes, crossed and crooked smile From the streets to the bunk, from the bunk to the streets Thug life ain't dead, believe me Letras de cancionesAnd for my niggas locked down, at war with the system I promise to come and get you And to my niggas dead and gone up in heaven, know I miss you The turtle race continues, the turtle race continues, nigga Turtle race, the turtle race, the turtle race continues Mm, mm, yeah, turtle race, turtle The turtle race continues, nigga Yeah, uh, uh The turtle race, the turtle race Mm-mm (Uh), mm-mm, yeah Turtle race, turtle race (Turtle race) The turtle race continue, nigga (Uh) Yeah, uh, mm-mm-mm (Yeah, yeah) The turtle race, yeah, the turtle race For sure Yeah From Letras Mania