| Man, it’s like…
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| Everytime I leave the house
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| I stop and I ask myself
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| Am I leavin’for the last time?
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| Cause ain’t no tellin’what’s gon’happen
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| out here while I’m runnin’these streets
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Anything can happen nigga
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| You gotta watch everything around you
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| You can’t trust nothin’out here
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| Another day I get to live to see some more of this
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| Drama in the street is so deep, don’t even know if it’s
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| gon’be me at the end of somebody barrel smokin'
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| Cause I’m loc’n they point the finger and say I’m provokin'
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| the situation by speakin’the real to killin’fields
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| And penitentiary steel is what I see for real
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| It’s raw deals that we gettin’in the system mayne
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| Givin’up no love, once you caught up they pullin’rank
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| County or the pen, you know we can’t win
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| So we mobs with that ghetto grin tryin’to make them ends
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| Stack on the track with sticky greens and cognac
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| Always watch your back and never let 'em know you strapped
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| Ain’t no such thing as a sucka no more
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| Cause anybody with some heat will lay you down on the floor
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| Friends turn to foes, tags on they toes
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| When will it be your time to go? |
| You never know
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| Sometimes I get to thinkin’when I step out the door
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| Is it my time to go? |
| Runnin’the streets you never know
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| Sometimes I get to thinkin’when I step out the door
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| Is it my time to go? |
| Runnin’the streets you never know
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| Used to be the enemy dumpin’on my bucket
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| Now I’m havin’static with these fools that I grew up with
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| Never thought the hood would turn against the hood
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| When they think you doin’good the hood don’t stick together like it should
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| Wastin’time tryin’to count another players chips
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| Loose lips will make you walk the plank on my ship
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| I’ve seen 'em get smothered for less, lost in the land of stress
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| It’s sad to see homies get put to rest, then I guess
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| it’s the same when you funkin’and freeze one of your enemies
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| Another funeral, a mother cryin’on her knees
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| It’s a war zone, here today tomorrow you gone
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| In to win, ain’t no friends, go for somethin’it’s on Can’t get caught slippin’or crossed up by them faulty
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| Women out there slippin’mickeys ain’t gon’come up off me Who can I trust, who gon’be there when we kickin’dust?
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| Or when they bust, I’ll ride with who ride with us Sometimes I get to thinkin’when I step out the door
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| Is it my time to go? |
| Runnin’the streets you never know
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| Sometimes I get to thinkin’when I step out the door
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| Is it my time to go? |
| Runnin’the streets you never know
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| Gotta stay on your toes, don’t know who plottin’on your click
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| And jealousy will make your closest homies wanna split
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| your wig and dig a ditch for you 'cause you out there gettin’paid
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| Had the same trey, posted on the same block in May
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| Scrill they can’t fade, you was real about chasin’paper
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| They was talkin’about them broads first and get the money later
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| A faulty misses, stay focused and make your own decisions
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| Stay in your jurisdiction, keep that scrill in your vision
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| Watch your backside, they ride when they ain’t got no hustle
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| And keep your heat so fools like Debo can’t even muscle
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| you out your coins and don’t let no new recruits join
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| And she can holla if she headed for the tenderloin
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| Then strip to add some Ben Franklin’s to my bundle
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| I ain’t mad if she gon’add some crab to the gumbo
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| And keep it crackin', don’t know what’s gon’happen when I play this game
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| So I pray, I live to see another day
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| Sometimes I get to thinkin’when I step out the door
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| Is it my time to go? |
| Runnin’the streets you never know
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| Sometimes I get to thinkin’when I step out the door
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| Is it my time to go? |
| Runnin’the streets you never know |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Neva Know, artist - Celly Cel. Album song The G Filez, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп