Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fred Hampton, artist - Shyne. Album song Gangland, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Fred Hampton |
| I guess you must to say, they won’t listen to me |
| Said is to die in this chair where they gonna cook me |
| Where did I go on this road to start it |
| They got me payin for what didn’t got it |
| Hard my heart it’s no longer thrubin |
| I’m racin to a place where I embrace my cuffin |
| I’m in, man whatever you callin |
| To guards in the cherry it’s screw to penny list |
| For now my try to turn in the streets |
| They say rehabilitation don’t apply to me |
| Is it I’m black is it my color I’m in prison |
| 'cause my picnic got me sitting to destruction |
| Since my day is an infant |
| Hook: |
| Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon |
| So hard in the streets but we ain’t fallin |
| Screw to y’all I’ma eat blood we ain’t stoppin |
| Left the bottles in the sheets blood we ain’t talking |
| Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon |
| Ain’t got a jump shot me and Jordan |
| He ain’t go to. |
| blood we ain’t harve it |
| I talk for the streets solo ones and. |
| Brrr brr smoke ball cry, blood the rhythm of the streets since the sin of the |
| east |
| They say I’m wrong 'cause I’m on |
| But nobody say nothing bout duffing the on |
| They never say nothing bout. |
| Free seat murder and the wallins |
| Little busters thinking they gonna come up |
| Bout catching the chargement |
| And when the jer won’t make you a star |
| And when the jail gonna make you like. |
| Tear it to the. |
| glass behind the beat ball |
| Ain’t no business, ain’t no women blood ain’t no three wishes |
| Is a big standing over probably told you why you whistle |
| Listen I give it all just to be on the town with my moms |
| This this hell for me, this is hell for me |
| Mama pray for me |
| Hook: |
| Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon |
| So hard in the streets but we ain’t fallin |
| Screw to y’all I’ma eat blood we ain’t stoppin |
| Left the bottles in the sheets blood we ain’t talking |
| Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon |
| Ain’t got a jump shot me and Jordan |
| He ain’t go to. |
| blood we ain’t harve it |
| I talk for the streets solo ones and. |
| Caution, baby the. |
| kings as they lobs and now trade marchin |
| For those that don’t know this is die mood talking |
| Lot of bad but to fight for the black is McCalin |
| Like.started before you was mallin |
| I’ma be guarded against the garden list |
| Bang on them bigs that’s a pressing as |
| They afraid 'cause the way is in my DNA |
| Look into my eyes you can see God face |
| Ain’t no case that could change but it’s in my DNA man |
| Screw to bad boys in the. |
| police |
| God bless IG no G supreme |
| If now for curtains Jackson now it all be free |
| But the crip made the deal with the feds and square |
| Michael and Gabriel help me |
| What they gonna tell me, he? |