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• Artiste: ICECOLDBISHOP
• Titre: Til The End
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Uh-huh, look, uh, look, uh, look My mama got me fucked up (Uh-huh) The homies got me fucked up (Uh-huh) This liquor got me fucked up (Uh-huh) So, nigga, don't get fucked up (Uh-huh) A lot of dead homies out there scribbled in my diary (Uh-huh) A lot of fuckin' pressure I receive from just society (On mamas) We're in dire need of an MLK (Uh-huh) But instead, we knock a nigga down right there on MLK (Oh-oh) Right by the Burger King Yellow tape, candlelight, murder scene (What?) My nigga off the perc or drink and he feel just like Hercules (What?) An еnemigo, aim and knocked him down with that .30 piecе (Uh-huh) And I'm still movin' 'round like that shit ain't really hurtin' me (Uh-huh) All I think about is sendin' niggas to emergency Don't give a fuck if niggas came to murder me, 'cause nigga I've been- Drinkin' (Huh), smokin' (Huh), feet don't feel me now (Uh-huh) You my nigga 'cause you held me down (And you're my motherfuckin' nigga, bro) And I'ma drink with you, smoke with you (On the dead homies, you really my nigga, bro) Hop off that porch with you, sippin' on this forty ounce You is my nigga 'til the motherfuckin' end And I'ma ride with you, die with you 'til the end And I'ma ride with you, slide with you 'til the end And I'ma ride with you, die with you 'til the end Ay, fool like-like-like everything I love like-like you Really my motherfuckin' brother though, Okay Homicide's eruptin', whole lotta self-destruction (Uh-huh) Whole lotta niggas talkin' hella shit, so we start dumpin' (Uh-huh) Whole lotta niggas, you thought die-for-nothin', die-for-somethin'? (Uh-huh) You don't know why, 'cause we ain't tell our side to the public? (Uh-huh) Nobody ain't really innocent That little boy at sixteen, you see, would that book bag We really out here killin' shit, and you ain't say nothin' Even though your ass witnessed it, 'cause we own that Fuck twelve, yep, ain't no snitchin' shit (What?) Kids killin' kids, a mama buried her son Then my shit hit the fence Then went to bury my gun (Ayy my nigga, watch out, watch out, watch out) A body on my blower is a stripe on my letterman Went to Hell, back to Earth, then went back to Hell again (Uh-huh) Back to the trap, fuck rap, we tryna sell again Eviction notice, all up in my motherfuckin' mail again If you snitched when we was kids And yep, that nigga would probably tell again (Bitch) So he can hit the hoopty when we slide, 'cause he a detriment (Made) Choppa fuck a nigga block, this bitch is far from celibate Hatred in a nigga heart, I hate you 'cause your melanin I hate you 'cause the address that your mama chose to raise you in I hate you 'cause the guidance that you gave us never made us men I hate you 'cause I hate myself Fully loaded on me, bitch, and I just might take myself 'Cause all night I've been- Drinkin' (Huh), smokin' (Huh), feet don't feel me now (Uh-huh) You my nigga 'cause you held me down And I'ma drink with you, smoke with you Hop off that porch with you, sippin' on this 40-ounce You is my nigga 'til the motherfuckin' end ('Til the end) And I'ma ride with you, die with you 'til the end ('Til the end) And I'ma ride with you, slide with you 'til the end ('Til the end) And I'ma ride with you, die with you 'til the end ('Til the end)