Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never In Your Life , by - Mr. Lil One. Song from the album Chicano Thugz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.01.2009
Record label: PR
Song language: English
Never In Your Life |
| This is a story |
| Of me |
| Being a sick ass mothafucka |
| As a youth |
| Shootin mothafuckas like you |
| And bitches like you |
| You all fall victim to The Sickos |
| Cause I roam and I don’t give a fuck |
| And I never will, let me tell ya |
| 7 8 1 red rum, why? |
| Really wanna know |
| Look me in the eye |
| I trust, not a mothafucka |
| Get it through your head |
| You dead mothafucka |
| Givin out passes, make to the masses |
| Cause I’m preachin, homicide classes |
| Glasses could never ever see me |
| Only the doomed could ever feel me |
| You and me, could never mix |
| Grab me a fake, put tape on his lips |
| Tie em up, fry em up, Sicko style |
| Flames to his brain, and then I smile |
| While you, the others dance |
| See me fuck around do the Devil’s dance |
| Everybody, knows I |
| Don’t give a fuck if you live or you die |
| Never in your life could you ever fuck wit me |
| Well if you’re the killer, go ahead and murder |
| Six Six Six, damn |
| Everybody trips, am I a sick man |
| Well let me tell you a story |
| Once opon a krime, sick up in the mind |
| One with the horns, like a mother morns |
| Kinda how I feel, fuck a last meal |
| Take the last laugh, beware of my wrath |
| Never talk shit unless you’ve walked in my path |
| Physcotic, all the bitches get erotic |
| You’se a dumb mothafucka if you bought it |
| What? |
| The lies, she fed to your mind |
| The bitch is a felon, strike it three times |
| Krimes everybody commits em |
| But not every criminal is sittin in prison |
| Listen and learn, before you get burned |
| Respect you gotta earn, or get smoked like cherm |
| Come along for a walk, mothafucka let’s talk |
| The sparks full of boom, your marks on the stone |
| Capon-e, I’m the shinin |
| See you can’t find, mothafuckas like mine belong against time |
| A land full of sin, they execute men |
| Give a grin then they shoot, with a brim and a suit |
| I’m off and I stalk mothafuckas that talk |
| The words from the cross, because it, I lost it |
| Fuck what you heard, through the birds, stop hopin |
| Go and rewind these lines just spoken |
| Feelin and tellin, only I can tell them |
| The way that I do, they’re all about you |
| Ain’t not tellin what I might do, since I don’t like you |
| I feel I got the right to come and strike you, I might you |
| Feel this, piss in the mist of the fog |
| I admitt I commit a mob hit on your song |
| Not it’s gone |
| Yeah, Mr. Lil One |
| Remember, enjoy your living |
| Cause you’re for a long time dead |
| Sicko baby |
| I hate to say I told you so |
| I told you so |
| I told you |
| I told you |
| I told you |