Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Free, artist - LittlesAlbum song Thug Matrix, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastlife
Song language: English
Stay Free |
| I wake up every morning hoping I can see the next |
| Knowing my honor, will and faith lies in the palms of techs |
| I ain’t know the meaning of life, but I still shove |
| Still hug the same block of these so called thugs |
| Watching my life being quoted through the mouths of cowards |
| Knowing bids blocking SIGs is the life of ours |
| Watching their faces on magazines never did squeeze |
| I never asked to be born… man he raped my moms |
| Yet the same four-four long I grip in these nervy ass palms |
| Can be the same gun I one day greatly mourn |
| Lord forgive me for my trips and falls rise through glories |
| Knowing bids blocking steel gates prevented my stories |
| I what «The Bridge» is broken pots, oils and stick |
| Got to scrape cane of the floors to hit these strips |
| My only fear is a gun in my palm back in the streets |
| Any nigga step between me and rap it’s a wrap |
| Only the strong survive |
| Sometimes the strong dies |
| DA got drugs, mark money and lies |
| Gotta stay free hustle up G’s for legal fees |
| Avoid snake cowards and these crooked ass D’s |
| Stay free it don’t stop until the casket drops |
| Let it bang, make it pop until your heart beats stops |
| That nigga throw them bows like Luda-cris |
| Shit ain’t a game when them tight cuffs bruise your wrist |
| On the go back down state actual fact |
| Bogies in the bullpen go 20 a pack |
| I’m a juggle, make all y’all feel my struggle |
| Rock cowards in the face so their scars will bubble |
| Hope you make your first ??? |
| soon as you touch town |
| I’m pulling your pants down, hand glide spray rounds |
| Try to twist your crown, y’all niggas is straight clowns |
| Don’t have me pop your head and squeeze your lemon |
| It’s a difference between MC’s and felons |
| Just a thug Cartier specs stand with truth |
| My life be the blueprint for a million youths |
| To get money, all seasons I keeps it gully |
| Out the gate young bloody what it is to be |
| My name ring in every borough recognize «The G» |
| Mahdi attribute be written in gold |
| Stuntin' like you rock platinum knowing it’s white gold |
| Ain’t built for this game I’m a swallow you whole |
| Expose your whole character, reveal your soul |
| Only the strong survive |
| Sometimes the strong die |
| DA got drugs, mark money and lies |
| Gotta stay free hustle up G’s for legal fees |
| Avoid snake cowards and these crooked ass D’s |
| Stay free it don’t stop until the casket drops |
| Let it bang, make it pop until your heart beats stops |
| Yo… Instead of loving me I watch my sleeves and throw stones |
| Y’all don’t know shots bang out of clips and heads turn |
| Keep hating 'em, and waiting |
| What you know about enies in your ass (ooh) |
| TV’s in the dash (duck) |
| 15 couped out the hill on smash |
| Where AK’s and Mack 10's bark and blast |
| Squeezing shots out of clips that will stunt your height |
| SIGs, Macks, Techs which ones you like |
| Guns explode my arms tend to dry you cold |
| Shots through your North Face fry your soul |
| Yo… I used to pull niggas coat |
| Try to wake the dead |
| The same niggas that you put on will pop your head |
| Blow a Huey Newton mack that will stop the feds |
| All these gizzard heads know that I’m nice in bed |
| Roll with gangsta divas concealing heaters |
| Give me brains off the chain, off the meters |
| Get it straight, «The Icon», (w)rap like a python |
| Libya my insignia straight Lebanon |
| Still wrap the turbans, my enemies learning |
| Slugs penatrate the flesh the bullets is burning |
| And my gangstas walking their dogs the worlds turning |
| My gangstas walk their dogs the worlds turning |