Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things Happen, artist - Shyheim. Date of issue: 27.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Things Happen |
| «Sup, how was your ride.» |
| «It was long, but I’m aiiight.» |
| «True, true.» |
| «So you takin care of yourself in here?» |
| «No question, I gets down for mines.» |
| «Yeah I know, I heard a lot about you.» |
| «Word? |
| I’m sayin tho-» |
| «Anyway, if you don’t mind me askin, how’d you get into alla this?» |
| «Yo, it’s a long story…» |
| I started off light, knockin off y’all packs for this kid Pat |
| He told me to take 30 and bring him the rest back |
| It didn’t take long for my clientele to swell |
| Snitches started to tell, broke niggas was jail |
| Cause they couldn’t outhustle me so they tried to muscle me |
| But I ain’t pussy y’all I leave em dead like a Kennedy |
| Took a half a year to get a half a brick |
| My own shit, now I make profit on every flip |
| No more hand-to-hands, I’m the big man now |
| Push a black Land Cruiser, pack a chrome trey-pound now |
| I’m smellin all the animos in the air |
| Pat spreadin rumors that he gonna take me outta here |
| What the fuck the bloodclot thinkin |
| My plan’s to roll up in an old black Lincoln and leave him dead and stinkin |
| And I’m a man of my word, word |
| I seen him on the curb smokin herb |
| I made the Continental swerve |
| And hopped out and started lettin off shots |
| And didn’t stop until I seen his body drop |
| Then a nigga like me just skated |
| I know he was packin steel, that made it drug-related |
| YouknowI’msayin |
| Things happen so keep your eyes open |
| Sheisty ones be scopin |
| That’s why guns we be totin |
| Things happen so keep your eyes open |
| Sheisty ones be scopin |
| I’m on the run from po-po |
| Some crab niggas pulled the bitch move |
| My blood pressure’s high but I play it calm and smooth |
| Everybody’s my enemy, can’t trust no one |
| The last time I trust a trust I almost got done |
| So keep your eyes open and beware of the ruckus |
| Cause life ain’t nothin but thirsty, grity muthafuckers |
| I ran with niggas that will kill ya warm dead |
| Keep it real is who I pumped into them niggas little heads |
| My granddad, he used to call me Killer now I am |
| Everybody where I used to chill, fuck them |
| My mind was playin tricks on me shorty |
| Once I was like «Turn yourself in and do the time» (yo fuck that) |
| The pigs wanted five, tell my moms I love her |
| And stay strong and don’t fall |
| I’m in the hands of the Lord |