Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where It Goez Wrong, artist - Black Moon. Album song Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2003
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Where It Goez Wrong |
| Dear Lord can you hear me? |
| Do I want them to respect or fear me |
| Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty |
| Though I know I can’t put the barrel to everybody |
| Pray for me now, what makes a soldier? |
| I know it’s no breaths til beef is over |
| Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth |
| And my cousin baby just died from crib death |
| Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell |
| I know sufferin' and pain really well |
| If it don’t kill you, it makes you strong |
| I think of the song, «what's going on» |
| When it’s going wrong |
| When I act like it’s love, and I know it ain’t |
| If it was up to you, y’all niggas would be throwin' paint |
| On my outfit, like he ain’t about shit |
| Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain |
| See I had geeks, and all y’all really had was feet |
| And you ain’t never had a beef, so why you had to speak |
| Fasten your seat, and I’mma take ya on a mission, nigga |
| I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga |
| Get the check, pay ya dues, or pay ya respect |
| Or pay attention, cuz I already paid the rest, to just |
| Focus on the god, as the God speak |
| Never waste a line like I’m sniffin' on the hard street |
| And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it |
| If it’s love it’s love, if it’s not, so be it… |
| I put my love for boxing, into everything |
| I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring |
| I’m military in the mind, hood in the streets |
| Good nigga in the hearts, nothing bout me weak |
| I open shop, rent the blocks, and call the shots |
| You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops |
| I get live, survive at one sixty five |
| You nothin' like the god, I’m out raw til I die |
| Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me |
| I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry |
| Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me |
| Blinded thug angel til my god call me |
| I brought you up, from the ground up |
| Now you wanna run and say my sound suck |
| Tellin' niggas Duck Down butt |
| But ain’t no buts when I come around |
| All you hear is the crowd yell «Buck» |
| Get it right, or get it wrong |
| What’s my name, Buckshot, what ya name |
| Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today |
| Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today |
| Shame, could of been in the game, but now what |
| You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt |
| The niggas that be geesin' you up |
| Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut |
| Jesus, it sucks, your reason, is what |
| You don’t got one, big deal, you got guns |
| I got guns, be for real, we can get it on |
| Right now, but stack up, your money short |
| And I’m long right now, I told you |