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Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah I miss my nigga, weren't right when he die They gotta feel it just like we cried All block, on a mission at night, we slide Them niggas bitches, why would we hide? We like the Bulls in '95 Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried One day, I might be fine Gotta use your head in this life to survive My intuition was right each time This street shit get exhaustin' Probably the reason that it look like we tired Too many tears and coffins When that switch hit him, he couldn't fight, but he tried Bad news, it was often Been through some shit now Say I'm good, then I might be lyin' When our mamas was raisin' us They ain't think we would grow up tryna be no damn killers Bad-ass lil' boy, ain't never listen Them beatings just made his head bigger Where I'm from, it's kill or be killed Letras de cancionesWhen you drop out of school, still keep your lead with you It's my fault when we lose, that's just the price of bein' a breadwinner I could talk on my shit when I mention the opps, but I no longer speak on dead niggas Four members and four pistols in this car, we gon' hop out and squeeze on every trigger She a freak when I be in the bed with her, now I understand why he so damn tender I can't fuck with a nigga that always act like a bitch, he must be a transgender If you really clock shit, we apply that Top of his head, we don't aim where his arm at Get out the field, you ain't ready for contact Finish him, get over him, Mortal Kombat Why the opps keep droppin' this weak-ass disses? Guess they expect me to respond back Everything be harder for us in the trenches Against us, all the odds stack Put the gun down (Stop it) You'll get gunned down (Boom) Need a blunt to calm down Pop me a pill, finna have me some fun now Mama told me I need to slow the fuck down (Slow down) Next week, I was on the run now (Damn, damn) 12 pulled up, ran right in her house (Skrrt) Step-pop said, "Boy, just get out" (Get out) I was outside, I ain't never sit down (Nah) You the type gotta pay to get down Only had beef with like one to two clowns Shit changed, now I got a list now Check the list out, check the shit out (Oh) He in love, I'll check this bitch out Killers fuck with killers, I get discounts Killed a nigga, then I flew his bitch out Boy, I don't know you (Boy, I don't know you) On the block, it was hot outside Me, BJ and Duke (Me, BJ and Duke) So you know we got the Glocks outside Tell him pull up and shoot, uh Better pull up with a few, uh Or get stuck like glue, uh O'Block be the zoo, shoot, look Yeah, I miss my nigga, weren't right when he die They gotta feel it just like we cried All block, on a mission at night, we slide Them niggas bitches, why would we hide? We like the Bulls in '95 Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried One day, I might be fine Gotta use your head in this life to survive My intuition was right each time This street shit get exhaustin' Probably the reason that it look like we tired Too many tears and coffins When that switch hit him, he couldn't fight, but he tried Bad news, it was often Been through some shit now Say I'm good, then I might be lyin' From Letras Mania