Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn Notice, artist - Jon Connor. Date of issue: 25.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burn Notice |
| These fake nigga showing out for another nigga |
| That’s that shit to make a nigga say fuck you nigga |
| Like you bulletproofing them bullets can’t touch you nigga |
| I’m saying all this because I love you nigga |
| What do you mean you a real nigga |
| Like bullet wounds and your homies crying ain’t real nigga? |
| It’s Vietnam outside your front door |
| I’m like the army all those motherfuckers want war |
| So he killed your man, now go to him |
| Now you in jail, you dumb as hell |
| Locked up and now you ain’t goin' home boy |
| YAin’t getting pussy and your girl fucking your homeboy |
| You thinking, I make a nigga here coming back |
| Like you invicible and you the only nigga strap |
| Well I say, nigga so?, watch what they be asking me |
| 'Cause if we keep thinking up like this |
| That’s all we’ll ever be |
| I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote |
| I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput |
| We be hopping the bone, beats for them diamonds and rolleys |
| Tired of playing 2k so we adopt for them flow seas man |
| You niggers don’t know me so fuck you and your homies |
| Who all run in a bullet want you niggers to show me |
| I like living too much you can’t handle tough shit |
| You playing roulette find a room and go and fuck with |
| Now you got your homeboy singing the preacher song |
| Shit I ain’t dying in the hood but to each his own |
| The hood is swallowing niggers, the police is following niggers |
| Talking on cellphones, the feds can hear all of you niggers |
| Ain’t fooling nobody so it’s easy to target you niggers |
| Still on the same shit why you can’t get a moth of you nigga |
| And maybe like comment, oh that nigga something |
| Why you listening to these niggers that’s gonna get you caught |
| Why say nigga so, watch what they be asking me |
| If we stay on this bullshit |
| That’s all that we gon' ever be |
| I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote |
| I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput |
| I’ll be on these flights every night |
| Get off the plane I’m at these shows |
| I’m at the club after party |
| And now I’m fucking with these hoes |
| VIP I’m taking pictures in this bitch 'til it close |
| This the life that chose me |
| Look at all of these sassies tryin' to get chose |
| Studio, no sleep, I ain’t think about no rest |
| Cellphone blowing up, more just hit me on my text |
| My nigga tucking money so when he get that call |
| Hell yeah I’m tryin' to get it |
| I ain’t fucking ridin' with y’all |
| I be grinding, I be stacking |
| I be fucking stone that well |
| I be writing and then writing |
| I ain’t got time to do shit else |
| You all be talking I ain’t listening |
| I got too much shit on my mind |
| If you ain’t talking 'bout no money bro |
| Don’t fucking waste my time |
| I ain’t no killer, I ain’t no dealer |
| I ain’t never sold no dope |
| 'Cause if I did I’d probably be locked up |
| Be fucked up, or be broke |
| To my niggers in the hood that still going through that shit |
| Just think about your next move before you go and do that shit |
| Talk to me now |
| I’ma take this beat and write the realest shit I ever wrote |
| I’ma take this beat and spit the realest shit I ever sput |