| Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love
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| Aiyyo, yo Bruce — ohhh shit!
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| Aiyyo nigga
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| Yo I know this ain’t that nigga Kirk
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| Yo Bruce — yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?
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| Look look, look at that nigga
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| Who that Dez? |
| — This Dez, whassup nigga?
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| Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo’ass out?
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| What the fuck you been drinkin? |
| Look like you bout to pass out
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| Nah, I’m aight G just had a little Olde E You know me — tryin to keep it cool play it low-key
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| You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee
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| Yeah, I know G, damn that shit is fucked up right?
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| Yo Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th &9th
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| Damn I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife
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| Plus you be on some other shit and I don’t need dirt in my life
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| Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I got this L You gon’shit on me son? |
| I just got outta jail
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| Yeah aight god but I ain’t with the bullshit no more
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| What you talkin bout man?
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| Put that cigarette out
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| Oh what, you don’t smoke no more?
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| Nah it’s just a new car and don’t slam my door
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| Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store
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| See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard
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| But you my dog, so I’ma keep it real with you God, come on Aight good looking nigga
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| You better buckle up nigga
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| (Chorus: repeat 2X)
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| We live our life like this, we live our life like this
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| We live our life like this, we live our life like this
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| We live our life like this — why?
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| Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga (where?)
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| Right beside that blue Lexus (where you goin?)
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| I just gotta go pick up some money; |
| I’ll be back in a few seconds
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| Yeah aight don’t let a few seconds turn into some minutes
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| cause I’ll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin wheels spinnin
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| Nigga you leave me? |
| Your ass’ll never hear the end of it Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit
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| («Inside the jewelry store»)
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| «Aight you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin floor.
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| Take that shit off!»
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| «Yo, I’m Tyrone Holmes. |
| I ain’t givin up nothin.»
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| «What nigga? |
| (*two gun shots*) Fuck that. |
| Motherfucker. |
| Stop cryin!»
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| («Outside at the same exact time»)
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| Only two minutes double parked, here come cops
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| Saw 'em in the rear view, that’s when I heard shots
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| I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion
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| My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!)
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| I’m ready to pull off and act like I don’t know him
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| Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God
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| You don’t you see the cops? |
| You buggin
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| What? |
| How they gon’catch us? |
| We in a S-500
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| Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain’t goin down for you
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| Nigga we could get away
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| but if we get caught, they gon’hang you too
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| Damn
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| Now we doin bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks
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| About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot
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| This clown next to me, actin like he hit the jackpot
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| Nigga what the fuck is your problem? |
| I got the loot (What loot?)
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| You beefin with me ain’t gon’get us out of hot pursuit
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| Yo, I heard shots, what was that?
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| Some fool wouldn’t give me his jewels
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| See, you whylin God, I’m thinkin bout my wife and my kid
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| Nigga my life, I ain’t tryin to do no bid
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| Nigga I think you actin scared, if you really wanna know
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| You drivin too slow — YO nigga keep your eyes on the road
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| You almost spun outta control on that last pothole
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| Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don’t know (I don’t know what?)
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| Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller
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| How you gon’crab me like this and violate a nigga?
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| Violate you? |
| Nigga you tryin to front on me?
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| Remember I’m the nigga in this bitch that got the heat
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| and before the cops catch me I’m holdin court in the street
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| You think I’m gon’let the cops get you, arrest you
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| (Now you thinkin) handcuff you? |
| You crazy? |
| I wanna kill you
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| (What?) You selfish motherfucker you ain’t seein the light
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| Remember I was supposed to be pickin up my seed and my wife
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| (Shut up) Now I’m a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist
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| Fuck, you want me to say I’m sorry I swear, look me in my eyes
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| But if you gon’act like a bitch nigga then let me drive
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| «Yo son what the fuck you doin God?»
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| «Yo fuck that.»
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| «Get off the steerin wheel.»
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| «Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real pussy nigga.»
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| «Yo, you whylin son, you gon’make me crash!»
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| («The assalaints begin to fight in their own stupidity.
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| Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite —
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| and wind up heading for a tragic situation.
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| Now I’ll let you hear the rest.»)
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| «Yo, yo relax. |
| I got this, I got this God!»
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| Oh shit! |
| Yo, yo — yo Bruce!
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| Oh shit.
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| Come on man, come on man, you be aight man
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| Yo yo, it’s not that bad man, it’s not that bad man
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| Trust me — yo would I lie to you man?
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| Trust me man (I don’t think I’ma make it God)
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| Oh shit. |
| it’s gon’be alright man
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| (Tell my wife I love her)
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| Yo Bruce man, don’t don’t fuckin die on me man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп