| Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go…
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| Once upon a time not long ago
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| when I was outta town movin work with Zo I used to bring my nigga B.R.
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| and niggas with the burna’s holdin’down B-R
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| There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
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| by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
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| (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock
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| Once we kill Rob we takin over the block
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| They did the job, but didnt suceed
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| When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe
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| They started bustin and’a bustin filled my ribs like crusting
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| had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin
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| One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic
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| But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic
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| Ran two blocks there was cops all over
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| Then I dipped into the building ???
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| Banged on the door of apartment 83
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| Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me Ran to the roof like Fuck that sista
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| Ask an old man Can you help me mista?
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| Got to the roof clutchin my four-four
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| open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?)
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| Black and? |
| Deaf? |
| now, ain’t this proper
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| Guns drawn full of ??? |
| toward the helicopter
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| Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered
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| Body all battered, and clothes all tattered
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| Deep in my heart I wanted revenge
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| but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again
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| Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And)
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| Thats the way I gotta end this shit
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| He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream
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| Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream
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| Now this ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh
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| 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
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| Straight an’narrow is how niggas should live… live
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| Good night… good night
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| Knock 'em out the box Black
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| I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up All thats on my mind is revenge revenge
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| Just then a few dogs kicked the door off the hinge
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| Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit
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| Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit
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| He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph
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| Not knowin that he might get killed himself
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| Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I.
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| It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye
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| he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her
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| Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger
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| Well in these times, well atleast to me No true niggas rollin come in sets of three
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| And they won’t stop rollin til you let them see
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| All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves
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| Barely out the crib caught one in the leg
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| Couldn’t even get my ??? |
| had to leave 'em for dead (Damn)
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| That’s cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets
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| the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat
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| Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze
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| By the time y’all hear this I’ll be somewhere in Belize
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| With some bad asian chick layin between my knees
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| While I’m blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s
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| Greastest hits, this was my latest shit
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| Watch how niggas act when they play this shit
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| This a lesson, shits for real no dressing
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| No? |
| lip? |
| infestin, crab cats I’m addressin
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| Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack
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| All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back
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| This ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh
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| 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
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| Straight an’narrow is how niggas should live… live
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| Good night… good night
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| Knock 'em out the box Black
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| Thats right
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| Black Rob, the craziest presentation
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| All you bitches
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| Bad Boy, Life stories
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| Alumni
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| Crumbs, crumbs |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Story, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп