| They killin' my little man, B. I’m about to be on some real murder shit, A.
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| I’m tellin' you man, any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money or
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| ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fuckin' dead. |
| You understand what
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| the fuck I’m sayin', A? |
| They’re fuckin' dead, man
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| Yeah
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| If I was Mitch, I would’ve wanted to murder niggas too
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| But when you choose that life, the murder rate is you, true
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| See, as a father, Mitch had hustled the hard way
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| Knowing his action was puttin' Sonny in harm’s way
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| Should have stayed low key, knowin' he was flexin'
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| He ain’t need the whip with the gold BBSs
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| He ain’t have to partner with Rico, knowin' he extra
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| I would’ve never lived with Uncle Ice, knowin' he jealous
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| Move out the hood, and I don’t mean moved for a months
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| Then move back, I mean move out for good
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| Dirty money to clean, money makin' shit
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| Now paid in full, RIP to money makin' Mitch, that’s word
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| C’mon man, it’s Blizz, of course I’m takin' care of myself, man
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| Yeah man, it’s nice to see you, man
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| Yeah pardon me for a second, I’m 'bout to rob this place
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| What’s up?
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| Alright everybody puts your hands in the air and face the fuckin' bar!
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| Aw shit!
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| Don’t look at me, goddamnit! |
| Ay yo Q, you want a piece of this?
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| Nah man I’m outta here
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| Aight, everybody, take your fuckin' clothes off!
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| If I was Q, I would’ve been down, like what’s the next move
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| Nah I’m bullshittin', I prolly just would’ve left too
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| But if I was Blizz, I would’ve asked Q about a gig
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| Or anything not to do another bid
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| But jobs not hiring 'cus of something I did
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| In the past, they gon' treat us like criminals when we kids
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| No food inside the fridge, well, nowhere to put a fridge
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| 'Cus I ain’t got nowhere to fuckin' live
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| Momma on drugs, Daddy said I wasn’t his
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| And I’m out here starvin', nigga something’s gotta give
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| Life’s a bitch, shit I prolly would’ve robbed the place too
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| Hell I prolly would’ve even robbed Q and you, muhfucka
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| Let’s go
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| Alright, wait a minute man. |
| Let’s split up
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| No, man I don’t think we should do that. |
| I mean if we gotta throw some hands I
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| think it’ll be better if we’re together
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| Aw man, them fools ain’t gon' wanna do nothin' man, they just showin' out and
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| shit
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| RICKY!
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| Yo
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| If I was Tre, I would’ve never split up with Ricky
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| If I’m ridin', you ridin' with me and jealous ones envy
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| Now how the fuck it get to this? |
| You shouldn’t have been running yo' lips
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| Knowin' they bloods and your brother is a crip, shit
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| This ain’t no time to take no motherfuckin' piss
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| Them niggas wanna leave you in a motherfuckin' ditch
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| Them niggas furious like my father name
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| Speakin' of my father, follow me, he gave me all the game
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| Hopefully we make it back to our side and see your brother
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| Even though they’ll probably fuckin' kill each other
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| Them gang bangin' options, you know it’s on and poppin'
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| Your brother in our life, you got a scholarship to college
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| Just think about your mama
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| Damn
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| And that’s what I would do
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| Shoulda woulda coulda, right?
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| I know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoulda Woulda Coulda , by - Sy Ari Da Kid. Song from the album Better Safe Than Sy Ari, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп