Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 Nineteen, artist - Mo3. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2 Nineteen |
| Interviewers be askin' me like, «What's up with you and these rappers in the |
| city?» |
| I don’t fuck with none of these bitch ass rappers, nigga, they scared of me, |
| that’s on gang |
| Tell 'em I’m ready, don’t hide now (For real) |
| It’s up and I don’t wanna talk it out (Baow) |
| Stick dirty, I’m clutchin' it, ridin' 'round |
| For one of these rappers, I’m finna chalk 'em out (Yeah) |
| Internet beef, I decline that |
| But in person, pull up, then I’ll walk 'em down |
| First we hit up that rapper then hit up that Sprinter |
| I know all about they lil' hideouts (Yeah) |
| Dear heavenly Father, I know that I sin |
| In the city they talkin', they know what I did (For real) |
| I hit up that rapper, you made him famous |
| Yeah, he barely made it but will not again (Gang) |
| All I see is yellow tape and Berettas |
| Outside, I ain’t lackin', don’t think that I’m is |
| Might reflect in the mirror, then devil a nigga |
| Will not tell a soul, just go handle my business |
| SayCheese tryna get in my business (My business) |
| I can’t tell him too much, he’s a blogger (He's a blogger) |
| But he seen that video, nigga (Oh, he did) |
| So he know that I’m 'bout what I’m talkin' (That's on God) |
| Laws askin' 'bout a body in Fort Worth (What?) |
| Had my show but I do not recall it (I don’t know) |
| You heard that rapper got shot on the tow-way? (Uh-uh) |
| No, I don’t, who? Whatchamacallit? (Gang) |
| Yellin' murder, murder |
| Tell 'em better be careful when we swerve up |
| They say they gon' murk us, gon' hurt us |
| Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh |
| This is murder, murder |
| Knowin' I ain’t worried when I skrrt it down |
| Ridin' with that thirty, catch 'em lurking |
| Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh |
| Heard that they keep talkin' reckless (What?) |
| Oh, they talkin' outside of they neck? (They neck?) |
| Heard he put ten on my head (My head) |
| So his shooter gon' end up in debt (For real) |
| How you gon' pay for a body (A body) |
| But tell the police I’m a threat? (You's a ho) |
| They on IG playin' gangster (What?) |
| So I will not respond to that mess (Yeah) |
| Body for body, we catch 'em lackin' right outside of the lobby |
| Tell 'em come down the block with that thing (Yeah) |
| Police conviction 'cause these niggas snitchin' |
| Keep it in the streets, I will not say a thing (No) |
| This rap shit is politics, I am not with it |
| They say that it’s smoke but they writin' down names (What?) |
| This my apology for anybody that jump in my way |
| Take that to the grave |
| They say they gon' kill me, well hurry up (What?) |
| 'Cause my son and my nephew gon' murder some' (Brrt) |
| We catch 'em lackin', they on the run (Yeah) |
| We walk 'em down with all thirty some' (Thirty some') |
| I’m in Oak Cliff at my daddy shop (What?) |
| On Saner with Sean, I ain’t scared of nothin' (I ain’t) |
| 'Cause really, I live what I rap about (I do) |
| So these niggas know how I’m comin', gang |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Please leave me alone, I don’t want no smoke, I don’t want no friction |
| I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m a scary ass friendly ass rapper |
| Please leave me alone, these niggas tellin' on me |
| I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t want to do none of that |
| Please leave me alone |
| Yellin' murder, murder |
| Tell 'em better be careful when we swerve up |
| They say they gon' murk us, gon' hurt us |
| Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh |
| This is murder, murder |
| Knowin' I ain’t worried when I skrrt it down |
| Ridin' with that thirty, catch 'em lurking |
| Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh |
| Oh, oh, oh, uh-uh |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-uh |
| I can hear my granny say, «Nuh-uh» |
| Uh-uh, so uh-uh, yeah |
| I’m Osama Three Laden, gang, HSM |
| It’s 2 Nineteen, bitch, RIP RLee |
| Enjoy life, smile every day, nigga |
| For real |