Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bid Long, artist - DJ Rell.
Date of issue: 14.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dj Rell
Song language: English
Bid Long |
Ay dog dis one here for all mutha fuckin niggaz dats locked up dog |
all my niggaz who biddn in prison my nigga a lot of niggaz |
forgot about cha but I aint forgot about cha |
I got some niggaz in prison dat aint comin home |
and dey main hoe done put a block on da phone |
an all da niggaz dey was runnin |
Wit done left em lone |
mutha fuckas foget bout cha when ya bidin Long |
What can a young nigga 19 do wit 40 yrs |
Not a muh’fuckin thang but hope for an appeal |
Dem crackas givin niggaz mo time den dey done lived |
Where im from deez crackas hidin niggaz at da crib |
I asked my homeboy how da fuck do you do 40 |
He told me you just do it u dont think about it Dem crackas dont sell liq in prison u gotta think bout it but like he told me time aint tha thang hurts tha most |
The mu fuckas dat forget bout cha that u thought was close |
If he had to do it all again he woudnt even take it 2 da doe |
I told he aint got to tell me cuz I already know |
He thought he had hiself some soldiers on da front row |
Well like told him you aint breakin bread no mo |
N deez streets dawg dats all a bitch care 4 |
Da real niggaz n deez streets are at an all time low |
And deez hoes and homeboys aint ridin no moe |
Nobody care about cha when u aint got shit to give |
But when ya got it they love ya while ya out of here |
They waz my niggaz when they waz out n they my niggaz now |
Right now they need me the most so I got to help em out |
I turn my back on em dat mean im da pussy nigga den |
and me bein flaw is somthing I dont believe in there’s niggaz everyday dats gettin lost n da system |
Tha fucked up part about dont nobody miss em Own brother cant even tell me where the crackas shipped em Told me that wit a straight face and kept dippin |
Im looking at dog like man dis pussy nigga trippin |
Ya own brotha ya cant tell me where tha crackas shipped em Dats why I pray everyday dat I don’t get jammed up To b honest witcha im scared to find out wats wat |
Tha ones that let ya down the ones ya loved so much |
Wat happin to niggaz acceptin a couple phone calls |
and wat happin to niggaz sendin flicks to dey dawg |
Ya dawg down bad right now gone break em off |
Ya got to answer his calls for yall to even talk |
i aint like yo can call him shitt wen ya wanna talk |
Som niggaz doin time right now dat aint dey fault |
in dis world it’s a black law n its a white law |
A street nigga dawg we don’t die of old age |
A street nigga dawg we die 1 or three wayz |
We get shot, die in prison, or we die of aids |
I kno its already written how imma leave here one day |
But all da niggaz locked up I pray 4 ya every day |
Ay dawg itz a lot of good mu fuckin niggaz locked up dawg |
Its a lot of niggaz dats locked up dat wen dey wuz out of here |
My nigga dey took care of a lot of u mu fuckas man |
Made sure a lot of yall waz good dawg its a lot of niggaz doin tyme |
Becuz of some of da mu fuckas out here dawg |
N now wen a nigga get locked up man |
Yall cant make sure dawg got cantine money |
Yall cant make sure yall send dawg flicks man |
Yall cant cept dawg fone calls man |
Ya put a block on da phone cuz ya fuckin anotha nigga man |
Dawg keep it real wit ya self homie |
If dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my nigga |
For 2 3 years while u waz out of here dawg |
The atleast u can do iz take care of dawg 2 or 3 yrs dawg |