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(feat. Sparks, Young Chris & Freeway) [Sparks (Oschino)] Yeah, That's Right, Oschin, Sparks, Yeah, Freeweezy, B.Sig That's Right, Young Spark from the back life fucka You gonna need me, I believe this world, that's right You want me back, holla (This is serious right here, this is gangsta This is for the projects, for back lock nigga, stand up) [Intro] You gonna want me back, you know You gonna need me, one day You gonna wat me back, in your life You gonna need me [Sparks] Now I've had my issues doin at my life time I've did a lotta mean things, not even at my right mind Shit sometimes even at the wrong time But gangsta, if been around my generation year So it flows into the blood line For me to sin about six, to one of y'all pricks is clone line I've put it personal, with the glock nine Open at your sun, you will let the sun shine on you If the thing ring on you, I eat, sleep near the green and shit Letras de cancionesBelieve this shit, trust me, I glock one of y'all fucks like One of like trustees, and to the feds and dipe me And till y'all punk try to chump me, and fuck it I keep my piece with me, so come and get me I'm bringin the fuel, and y'all motherfuckers with me I'm your uncle varish, I make the block hotter then it even been, Holla [Chorus: Young Chris] [In my lifetime] I've seen plenty fights break up Friendship brake up, Niggaz fallin under pressure They total on the best, But nigga hold for the rest of us State Prop, Slash ROC, Know you can't mess with us [In my lifetime] I've seen more thugsnish over low and shit I've seen more blood drippin a little bit You gonna want me back, Soons a nigga blows That's in it for the dough, And that's all the nigga knows [Oschino] Ain't nothin about me average, own style like Lenny Kravitz I beep the whole floor like a magic No looks bullets through your cabbage, over the beef I pull the toast nigga, let's make a sandwhich I stay with my burner, speakin the truth likes a journal My 357'll turn a, situation ugly Throwback jersey in the skelly On the corner and a reign about my money Sing my song till I'm gone, And when I'm gone make a remix We keep it rockin till they sees it, The ghetto apetitte Down the street from death, We takin nine from grand it Not even a brush, Men in respect, Walk with ur vest Handle your tack, Lookin over the shoulder Gotta pray for your neck, Been armed till the day that I'm gone Me facin my usual where we gangstas till the day that I'm gone [Chorus] [Freeway] Oh, I hate to say I told you so, with the boy With the flow it's here, yeah drown in yours ears Look bitch when you blow you blow And you roll and you miss your look like your best friend I'm tryna do a show a day, stash the dough He on the run, he a stole always stash my friend I love my niggaz, but never put the force away We put the drugs away, until the drag money go away Then we at it again On the block we our timbs and our skelly gettin cold On a whole bag on fall back Then listen to a CD, on my first LP when I'm old We live by the coke, 96 holdin up bricks stashes let the paper fold And I'm still seen shells through your window For my people at the right time, meetin you at home And for the right time been in business the song E.S.P in flow, Free on the zone and, you was a part of that But you find it and now you want me back But on sooner i'ma holla back [Chorus] [Outro: Young Chris + Girl] [Yeah, Uh, Ok] You gonna want me back, you know, want me back [In my lifetime] You gonna want me back, you know, want me back [In my lifetime] You gonna want me back, you know You gonna need me, one day, one day You gonna want me back in your life, you gonna need me From Letras Mania