| I got a friend who little brother infatuated with guns
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| I tell him «Watch yourself, with that you know what comes»
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| Two shots to the lungs 'cause some young nigga thought you had it coming
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| And I know you not the type for running
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| AK sound off like the band drumming
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| Quick to check a nigga if he sayin' something under his breath
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| Two shells is left, everyday niggas dance with death
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| I got a tone that make you one-two step
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| You see, life’s too short to be so reckless
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| Which one? |
| Your life or that gold necklace
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| 'Cause niggas soul checkin' and all my life I been so patient
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| They say, «Life is what you make it», so it’s all for the taking
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| Seen a family get evicted, had me reminiscing
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| Yet I’m bitching about life, I should be happy I’m alive
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| But shit, we tired of flipping fries, niggas trapping on the side
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| Don’t need no blue check, bye, to be verified
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| I’m so solidified, they don’t question my qualifications
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| Young legend in the making, I’m tryna' be patient
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| But no time to be waiting, I’m just feeding my baby
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| Unemployed, no diploma, what nigga, this crazy
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| Gotta be another way, aye
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| Gotta be another way, aye
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| Gotta be another way, aye
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| Gotta be another way
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| All around, she gon' hold me down
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| Long as I can make her make sounds like coyote howls
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| When I’m in the center, outer limits, nonexistent
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| Is you riding? |
| Is you with it?
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| Ain’t too hard to figure out, ain’t too hard to live for now
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| Is you artificial or your art official?
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| Only clean my messes with official tissue
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| I’m a picky nigga, picking up on signals
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| Crystal clear, I get the picture pissing off whoever watching
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| Watch the minutes and the seconds keep on ticking
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| Got a cousin in Kuwait
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| He can’t wait to see his daughter, when he left she wasn’t talking
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| Heard her sing the other day
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| Got a cousin in Kuwait
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| He can’t wait to see his daughter, when he left she wasn’t talking
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| Heard her sing the other day
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Craters on my thumbs from the lighters I spun
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| I just stop by today to work on my lil cash flow
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| Spit oil spills in they lanes, I’m more revealings than sayings
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| «I'm fucking wheeling,» is the phrase that pays, my nigga
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| The free money kitty, I get it all day, my daily
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| They heard of my city, can’t tell me 'bout labor, walies
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| The freakiest babies with labias, only debating
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| Microwave pregnancies, we’ve no sense in time waiting
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| Attention span or whatever get my dick rocked
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| Not to mention my nigga just got slammed after fifth block
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| So we gon' have to handle all of that when all of the tick stops
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| And the bell rings, no hiding at the neighborhood pit stop
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| Shit, I’m on my own, so if I make it home
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| Know I ain’t have to use my chromes, I ain’t have one to own
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| Let alone two to rub together, just a few to throw
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| So when Judus ran up on me, gave him two boots to the throat
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way
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| Gotta be another way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Premonition , by - Lute. Song from the album West 1996 Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп