Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song July The 4th, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Hells Kitchen, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
July The 4th |
How should I start? |
I’m so confused |
By now I’m sure you heard the news |
Cats I got workin' on the block |
Got a plot for me to stop |
In my heart, I can’t even say they wrong |
Cuz in the game all the playas sing the same song |
I done seen cats do back flips when the bullets hit |
Gotta to go and bring Jesus in they life |
Counterfeit to the pulpit |
But anyway |
I’m so loved and hated 'round the community |
My mother wonder what money, drugs can do to me |
I swear to God, I seen the Devil in my bag of weed |
Where you live, I might freeze |
Gotta get this cheese |
Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers |
And slappin' five with a player |
Man, like I’m they nigga |
I paged Nickatina, he didn’t call me back |
He must be on tour, but I’m not sure |
But once again, it’s July the 4th |
And once again |
God I’m goin' to war, for sure |
«There's gonna be fighting |
And somebody’s gonna get hurt, that’s for sure» |
… «And everything we worked for will be wiped out |
And I don’t think we can let that happen |
I mean that makes sense» |
Man I taught these cats how to move this coke |
Taught these cats about the weed they smoke |
Took they mind from bein' broke |
Now they wanna have me smoked? |
My woman said to me, 'her or my friends?' |
I said my friends cuz we bowed our ends |
She said, nigga please |
Them muthafuckas is ya enemies |
Baby I love you but I gots ta leave |
Because you don’t sleep |
Some nights man, you don’t even eat |
Smokin' weed, nigga |
Runnin' the streets |
But check it, I don’t complain |
I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain |
It’s like razors just to hear her name |
Put that on double Glocks |
The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock |
Even the rain won’t stop the plot |
Got a page from Nickatina |
But right when I was 'bout to call him back |
My windshield had suddenly cracked |
From the impact |
Gave shotty, glass half cut off my body |
I can recognize the shooter |
It was little Shotty |
And I gave that muthafucka, yea his name |
He tryna' to take a cat out the game |
Yo, I’m full of blood (?) |
You know bullets give you hot love |
I go in shock from the heat of the slug |
I think I’m 'bout to die |
This is my last time to testify |
And after that there was no reply |
Put that on double Glocks (Shit) |
«What did you say your name was again?» |
«I didn’t» |