Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Years , by - Plies. Release date: 05.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Years |
| My nigga e’erytime I think this shit gettin' rough out here |
| For me my nigga… I just remind myself dog Monday through |
| Friday homie… From 8 in the mornin' to 5 in the evenin' |
| Dog… It’s some niggas in the court room 'round the country |
| My nigga… Fightin' for they muhfuckin' lives dog… The |
| Crackers bannin' niggas e’eryday my nigga |
| My dog went to court today they gave him fifteen |
| Cracker banned my lil' nigga he was se’enteen |
| Young nigga don’t even know what all that time mean |
| Pussy ass crackers done shattered my nigga dreams |
| They holl’in' mandatory they want him to do the whole thang |
| Nigga showed up in court on my dog and did his thang |
| Nigga did my nigga now I got to bust his brain |
| Nigga woulda did me my dog’d do the same |
| His lady callin' me cryin' and now I feel her pain |
| Tired of losin' all my niggas to the chain gang |
| In thirty minutes a nigga whole life can change |
| Cracker over sinister niggas when this shit gon' change? |
| Pussy ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years |
| Have ya mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears |
| Crackers don’t love to have a nigga breathin' for real |
| Take a nigga life from him they don’t know how it feel |
| Pussy ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years |
| Have ya mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears |
| Crackers don’t love to have a nigga breathin' for real |
| Take a nigga life from him they don’t know how it feel |
| Ain’t talked to my dog yet but I know he sick |
| Next fifteen years of his life behind a fence |
| Cracker find a nigga guilty and hit him wit' the bench |
| Gave one of my dogs twenty-seven on his first offense |
| The time they givin' the nigga for the crime ain’t makin' sense |
| They jacked the number up now it’s eighty-five percent |
| They did that to make you fuck niggas out here snitch |
| And put conspiracy in the game to railroad the click |
| And crackers feel like niggas ain’t got no common sense |
| A nigga paper ain’t right they banned him off the rip |
| A public defender don’t get you shit but a long trip |
| And judge sentencin innocent niggas without a guilt |
| How in the fuck can fo' birds get you a life sentence? |
| But give a cracker seven years for money launderin' millions |
| Shoot a nigga in the leg they sentence you like you killed 'em |
| Cracker catch you wit' that iron and put you under the buildin' |
| You a nigga that mean you guilty 'til proven innocent |
| Money talk and bullshit walk a thousand miles |
| You ain’t got a paid lawyer then don’t go to trial |
| Crackers owe each other favors, they’ll swap ya out |
| «You give us him, we’ll give you him» know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
| Nigga took thirty years on a cop out |
| The fuck you get thirty years for breakin' in a bitch house? |
| Crackers playin' a dirty game boy this shit wild |