| Word got around that a nigga got shot
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| Heard a nigga drew down' and he bucked so his ass got popped
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| We was on my block trying to move these rocks
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| Trying to stack this cash on the low, gotta duck these cops
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| We was right off third and polock chilling in the back of the tracks
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| Niggas got packs, trying to get them racks
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| X5 I was riding in the back with the brother’s' round kicking in the gat in my
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| lap
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| 17 had no dreams, drinking four loco’s, Sprite and codeine
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| First class I was on lean, said fuck high-school, so I left Reed.
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| No one told me life would be this way!
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| I swear nobody told me
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| Guess this is the game we chose to play
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| Crazy how it’s always been the same!
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| People dying every day, that ain’t nothing new
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| When you from downtown, downtown!
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| Out here tryna make a way
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| I won’t let these niggas take me down-down, down!
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| (So I ride)
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| (So I ride)
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Phone just RANG heard a nigga got got
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| He was over in the East last thing that he heard six shots
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| He ain’t gettin' no love from the cops, nobody got caught
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| Real talk when I heard who it was, heart damn near stopped
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| Somebody done killed my brother, now I gotta get back
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| Let 'em know 'cause a nigga gotta feel that!
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| Sitting shotgun with the shot gun
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| When you hear the shots come, nigga don’t run!
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| Already bad, it can only get worse
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| Hand full of steel 'cause the shit still hurts
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| Cut so deep when they put him in the hearse
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| Never saw 25, had to put him in the dirt.
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| No one told me life would be this way!
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| I swear nobody told me
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| Guess this is the game we chose to play
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| Crazy how it’s always been the same!
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| People dying every day, that ain’t nothing new
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| When you from downtown, downtown!
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| Out here tryna make a way
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| I won’t let these niggas take me down-down, down!
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| (So I ride)
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| (So I ride)
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Once upon a time down town in the nine (9th ward)
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| Where they don’t mind dying
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| Sworn to a life of crime, was a youngin' that only stood 5'5
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| Big money on his mind, clothes ain’t wrinkled while his hands on his iron.
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| Shot six times right in front of my mom
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| Kind of 32, man, I’m lucky to survive
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| On a pac, juice real niggas don’t die!
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| Bitch, I’m from Mazant slang crack on the same set
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| Blood stains at from a homie with his head cracked
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| O’Gs like A' wacks they’ve been doing this shit way back since A track.
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| And we yell where the gang at
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| You can get fame there from the way you’re going to bang that
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| Shoot for the head watch how you aim that
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| Price on your head and we gon' take that
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| It’s about to go down, you ain’t about this then you better go now
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| Sun going down, keep it door down!
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| Everybody lay down. |
| Ski mask down!
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| All you gonna see is my eyes and my frown
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| Last thing you hear is my gun going pow
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| It happens every day round my way
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| This ain’t nothing new you grew up downtown.
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| People dying every day, that ain’t nothing new
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| When you from downtown, downtown!
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| I’m just trying to make a way,
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| I won’t let these niggas take me down-down, down!
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| (So I ride)
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| (So I ride)
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em
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| Riding on these niggas, I be riding, I be riding on 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Downtown , by - August Alsina. Song from the album Downtown: Life Under The Gun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп