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Rob Markman
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Jason's Lyric
This body gotta die This body gotta die
I don't give a fuck my baby girl gone Don't even feel real like some shit about the soul We about to be writin' everything went wrong Let me start from the beginning I'm about to put you on I had a little hustle, sellin' quarter-bricks Got to get this money 'bout to have another kid Fiends started comin', we got the block pumpin' The money rollin' in, cops don't know nothin' I ain't even get the Benz, I've pushed her hard and I want some bullshit Why the fuck I need the new rib? (fuck that) I'm gettin' money so these haters got a fever high I needed money so I hooked up with Ceasar I True fears, ain't a crew out could touch us The operation growin', sophisticated hustlers But then I got hit, and really caught me slippin' Came home one night, two motherfuckers in my kitchen My baby mother taped up, and they raped her Stabbed my son with the phone, they took the stash and the paper Layin' on the floor, can't believe that I got wet up Back on my mind, I'm thinkin' Caesar had me set up
Somebody died, shit might come to war Somebody died then they think I'm solved Somebody die we ain't takin' the laws To see if it's me in your shoe What the fuck I'm supposed to do?
Gotta go to war, retaliate swiftly Take my fam out the hood Gotta do it quickly Bought a Spider out in PA Two hours from Philly I gotta get load, these motherfuckers tried to kill me Caesar hit my phone like 'Son, we gon' kill him' 'Who you think hit us?' 'Kid, be ain't no tellin', and I'ma call Amir Sing We gon' put him in the car, it won't be long you know The hood talkin', pistol with your son, violated yo wife 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Fuck that, we ain't lettin' shit slide' Then Caes hung up the phone, I got a moment alone And my gut tellin' me it was him all along
'Cause I ain't tell no one about the rape Thinkin' to myself I gotta give him the date Right, cop tickets to see Wayne at he Beacon (cash money shot) Although this is the hit, but tonight I'm gonna see him His crew roll deep, I know all the motherfuckers Caesar is sing, and a couple of they brothers I'm on the corner hand grippin' the Calico impatient The show ended 'bout an hour ago Then I see Caesar and I let the trigger squeeze Fifty shots goin' pop, that's the Harlem magazine I miss him, he ran, bloodstain on his kicks So I turned the other way, took the burnin' sled
Somebody died, shit might come to war Somebody died then they think I'm solved Somebody die we ain't takin' the laws To see if it's me in your shoe What the fuck I'm supposed to do?
It's about 03:52 I don't know what else to do Sink dip, I know we went to get his crew His man Frank, he's always gettin' into somethin' Plus he rap, he tryna make a bigger somethin' I know they comin' so wifey pack the bags with the kids in the car We gotta do it fast, get 'em outta town 'Cause this shit go down My baby eight months and she got her daddy's smile My lil' man, twelve, and he brave like me But I never, ever, ever want him raised like me Outside of the crib sayin' goodbye, tryna stay strong The wifey see it in my eyes and I kiss my little girl That'd be a last, Frank crept up behind me Come with the mask, scream my name Six shots, nothin' shorter Took the round holdin' my daughter (Damn)
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