Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Around The Corner, artist - Trae. Date of issue: 07.07.2008
Song language: English
Death Around The Corner |
| Mother: I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker |
| He just stand by the goddamn window |
| With that fuckin' AK all day (there you go) |
| You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t eat |
| You don’t even do a goddamn thing |
| I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive |
| In the city where the skinny niggas die |
| If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry |
| I expect retaliation in a hurry |
| I see death around the — corner, any day |
| Tryin to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway |
| Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny’s to die |
| Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes |
| In a ball of confusion, I’m thinkin' 'bout my daddy |
| Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me |
| I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me |
| Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy |
| Am I paranoid? |
| — Tell me the truth |
| I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot |
| Ran out of indo and my mind can’t take the stress, I’m out of breath |
| Make me wanna kill my damn self; |
| but I see death around the corner |
| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («But having respect, that feels even better.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («But having respect, that feels even better.») |
| I see death around the corner, the pressure’s gettin' to me |
| I no longer trust my homies — them phonies tried to do me |
| Smokin' too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed |
| Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress |
| Here’s hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin' |
| Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin' |
| My homie told me once, don’t you trust them other suckers |
| They front like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers |
| And even if I did die young, who’d care |
| All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares |
| Got homies in my head that done passed away screamin' «Please!» |
| Young nigga, make G’s |
| I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless, I think my mind’s gone |
| All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner |
| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («But having respect, that feels even better.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («But having respect, that feels even better.») |
| (I was raised) I was raised in the city, shitty |
| Ever since I was an itty bitty kiddy |
| Drinkin' liquor out my momma’s titty |
| And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household |
| And drinkin' liquor til' you out cold |
| And though I’m grown now, nigga it’s still on — Pow! |
| Bustin on them niggas 'til they gone |
| How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches |
| Now I gotta be suspicious when I bone |
| Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless, them bitches’ll start shit |
| Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch |
| No more game for free, please explain to me |
| Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? |
| Murder me now but see me later man, |
| that’s on my pops |
| I got homies that will hunt you 'til you drop |
| I hope the Lord can forgive me |
| I was a G and gettin' high was a way of bein' free |
| I see death around the corner |
| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («But having respect, that feels even better.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.») |
| I see death around the corner |
| («But having respect, that feels even better.») |
| This is for all the real motherfuckin' niggas out there |
| I know you ain’t scared to die; |
| we all gotta go, y’know? |
| A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes |
| And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business |
| You think you’re gonna live long enough to spend that money |
| You fuckin hump? |
| Y’all niggas stop actin' like pussies out there, all right |
| If any of you. |
| Are tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like that… |
| I want his family dead! |
| I want his house burnt to the ground! |
| I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes! |
| I want his family dead! |
| I want his house burnt to the ground! |
| I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes! |
| I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead! |
| I want him dead, I don’t care… |