Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Confedi , by - Young Bleed. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Confedi , by - Young Bleed. Confedi |
| Look Eddie |
| This is a chance, and I wanna take it |
| Now… before I have to kill somebody |
| Before somebody ices me |
| Are you with me Eddie? |
| Niggas always claim they’ve got confedi |
| But too many niggas wanna hop out, before they ready |
| Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty |
| Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy |
| Zo No in the bucket with ho chicken not made bucks yet |
| Nigga couldn’t meet me in my spot so I say fuck it |
| Them niggas don’t stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer |
| From O-Z's to keys, now ain’t no time to change em |
| See that’s why niggas fuck up, chakra made em money |
| And they stopped makin money, ain’t got shit to do with cut |
| Go from twenty G’s grind for the week with no expenses |
| Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches |
| Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted |
| Every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it’s a pity |
| With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up |
| A few G’s, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig |
| They never knew you had that much grip, now you got |
| Every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit |
| Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked |
| But that’s the main two reasons why niggas go broke |
| Main most of these niggas need to slow they roll |
| Claimin balla but they never played the game befo' |
| Too many niggas hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain’t |
| Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain’t |
| Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight |
| But wouldn’t even know a dime if it shit in they face? |
| So why pussy ass niggas flashin Benz car keys |
| Showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's? |
| And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys |
| And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG’s |
| But boy if you only knew, you shouldn’t be |
| Somethin that you never been, bitch niggas ain’t veterans |
| I’m tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or |
| End up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth |
| Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it’s like a movie |
| That’s scary and real, niggas let the pistol play Freddy, confedi |
| Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream |
| By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry |
| For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don’t rush your life |
| Away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk |
| A day at a time, from a nickel to a dime |
| Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind |
| A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin |
| Niggas playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion |
| But fuck em though; |
| I live untouchable, a hustler high |
| Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly |
| Livin do or die, and I’m on it 'fore I bail out the do' |
| Ask my hoes before I go; |
| you want a blow? |
| Smoke somethin |
| Ain’t no future in your frontin my naigga |
| Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah |
| And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready |
| And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh? |
| Hear me say what… |
| New Chorus: |
| Hoes up on the dick, cause you’re drivin Lexus |
| But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin |
| He’s a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D |
| But the white folks’ll have your ass dreamin bout the street |
| I see, most nigga shit cream |
| Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me |
| They get hotter than that, your stack will scream |
| Once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi |
| You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain’t recognize |
| That them laws do have eyes |
| And what you do attract, is like dick to cat |
| Before you know, they’ll be pullin burglar boys off the door |
| The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? |
| Well not you |
| Your folks had to slang em, bank em |
| On another appeal, nigga these streets is real |
| You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill? |
| I tell you it’ll fail you every time, these material things |
| Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings |
| And your punk ass team can’t help, or will they? |
| Because you didn’t choose wisely |
| Hey, look playa -- you wanna be rich? |
| Well the key to bein rich is paisleys |
| Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily |
| But if your mind ain’t right, get your fuckin mind right |
| BIOTCH! |
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|---|---|
| How Ya Do Dat ft. Young Bleed, C-Loc, Steady Mobb'n | 2004 |
| Keep It Real | 2021 |
| Mo Money | 2021 |
| The Day They Made Me Boss | 2021 |
| If I Could Change ft. Master P, Steady Mobb'n, Young Bleed | 2004 |
| On Your Own ft. C-Loc | 2003 |
| Who's Who | 2006 |
| We Been Fly ft. Boss, C-Loc, W.G. | 2004 |
| Keep It Real ft. Master P, C-Loc | 1997 |
| How Ya' Do Dat' Again ft. Brotha Lynch Hung, Tech N9ne | 2011 |
| On Your Own (S.L.A.B.ed) ft. C-Loc | 2003 |
| We Been Fly (S.L.A.B.ed) ft. Boss, C-Loc, W.G. | 2004 |
| 1nce Upon A Time ft. C-Loc | 2006 |
| If I Could Change ft. C-Loc, King George, Young Bleed | 2004 |
| We Don't Stop | 1997 |
| Give And Take | 1999 |
| Time And Money | 1999 |
| Trecherous | 1999 |
| An Offer U Can't Refuse | 1997 |
| The Day They Make Me Boss | 1997 |