| I say my prayers, to the Most High
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| Still I stay prepared with the AR-1−5
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| Never count my blessin’s, always keep my weapon
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| ‘Cause out here they shoot first and never ask questions
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| Death can come from any direction
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| Pack protection for fuckboys that’s flexin'
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| Mane, the game don’t show no affection
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| No love, just tears and blood, stressin', case-catchin'
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| But a life of poverty ain’t no fuckin' way to live
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| And society ain’t worried about my muthafuckin' kids
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| So it is what it is, want my presidents dead
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| When it comes to my felony, ain’t worried about the Feds
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| And one of them dummies killin' over street cred
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| Cutthroat, crazy, mainey, like I ain’t took my meds
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| On the same block where my brethren bled
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| I shoot the fully quick, bust a muthafucka head
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| Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| I wake up early, learn the hustle while the rest sleepin'
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| I keep it movin', on the go, I do my best dreamin'
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| I stay improvin' on the flow like it’s a kept secret
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| Smile shinin' like your face like a wet sequin
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| Your chick callin' out my name, SOS beacon
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| But she livin' in the past, I’m the next weekend
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| We was livin' in the trash with the mask schemin'
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| Now I’m livin' like Flash, everywhere, you see him
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| ‘Cause we livin' life fast with a per diem
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| And we bigger than the task, we in coliseums
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| ‘Cause it’s bigger than the cash and a mausoleum
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| My niggas livin' past the grave, boy, I could see ‘em
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| And we ‘bout to turn the page, boy, we could see it
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| And we gon' set the world ablaze like Cease could see it
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| Lionheart, sharp teeth, we was barely eatin'
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| Now we winnin' so much niggas swear we cheatin'
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| Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Ay, niggas ‘bout nothin' but money, bitches and bullshit
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| We walk the block with a Glock and a full clip
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| Off the weed, sippin' heem, niggas plot and scheme
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| Tryna leave with some money and leave a murder scene
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| Did anything, from pimpin' bitches to movin' cream
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| It’s for the team, that’s how we feel to keep our conscience clean
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| My niggas dream like Martin King for the lavish things
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| Under pressure, niggas meltdown like Charlie Sheen
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| The opposition not playin' fair, the niggas snitchin'
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| Dirty D.A.'s gettin' at ‘em with these propositions
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| You not competition, homie, I know heart of bitches
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| Who would stand behind a nigga, never get it twisted
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| All you speak is fiction, yeah, nigga, that’s real talk
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| You on YouTube tellin' us how you got caught
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| Ask the Lord to forgive us ‘cause we know no better
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| All this evil that we did, we pray for room in Heaven
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| Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead
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| Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plata O Plomo (Silver or Lead) , by - Ray LuvSong from the album Legal Business ?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп