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"You Should Be Dead"

"You Should Be Dead"


[Intro]
I rock a nigga to sleep,
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby

[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
[repeat]

[Verse 1]
Nigga I show you my teeth all through the beef
Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head
Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine
D's think Im involved with a nigga hit hard
So when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly
Nigga You can cross your heart and hope not to die
Come through squash the drama send niggas with llamas
They'll eat your ass up fuck being masked up
I was given the gift of life
first Sabrinas since then Ive been jammed up
and fucked with the nina
Nana raised nine kids I turned out the meanest
I mean a menace
fuck with me and your finished

[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
Homie I dont always pay my debts when I owe a nigga bullets
Got an arsenal of infiltry and niggas to pull it
Go head stay out on me, dump weight its nothing
I chase a nigga down, and touch him, catch him and buss him
Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it
I wet a nigga like a hydrant on a hot summer day
But you can catch me in May riding down with the K
Better watch what you say, we get it popping today
Yeah me I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here
I have a nigga tearing off your top round here
This is a land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams
And everything a nigga want is only triple beams
southside

[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
[repeat]

[Outro]
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
 
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"You Took My Heart"

"You Took My Heart"


"So tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationship
Between money and peace... "
A lot of people say it's not about money, it's about peace!
It's about money...

[Hook:]
You took my heart from me
I'll never be the same
Now killing won't be hard for me
Cause I can't feel a thing

Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit
Kissed my nanna, I can't listen to this bullshit
It's all good til they ask me for an offering
All we got is pain, so that's all I can offer him
My mama cold, she put me in this cold world
Left me, what I got to protect me?
Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9!
And all this ambition, bitch I'm on the grind
Sky's the limit, 2 for 5's the gimmick
You line something up, I tie something up
They run up out that crib with that money, nigga what
School of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my class
With no hesitation put a hole in your ass
See, no it's never my fault when I fuck up
I knock your ass out, to wake you the fuck up
Brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup

[Hook]

I made it to a half a mansion, shit I thought I made it
Hood bitches on a nigga, yeah all on a nigga
The D's his the door with the batter ram
I'm standing by the toilet that's broke, tryna flush this shit
Bizzy was my nigga started fucking with that cracker shit
Beat me out my money, nigga ran off with my Mack key [?]
I was down, he kicked me when I'm down
When I think about this kid, it fucks my head up right now
You know the same niggas that got me shot, killed your brother
And you ain't never did shit about that, motherfucker
When niggas was beefing with you, I shot that park up
Now I'm thinking about the occasions, my gun blazing
You got me feeling like a sucker B

You took my heart from me
(Son, I don't give a fuck son we can back right now)
I'll never be the same
(Niggas gonna try and front on me and be right there?)
Now killing won't be hard for me
(Nah, nah, I'm putting them niggas on house arrest)
Cause I can't feel a thing

I'm a go and I'm a go back, fuck that
I'm a stay on them niggas 'til they can feel me breathing on them
You, you look at these fake ass niggas
They think cause they saying some fake shit in music, that the shit I be saying ain't real
All you gotta do is ask niggas, they tell you about me
They don't say Fifty though they say Boo Boo
Uh uh
Find out
Find out if I let it go

Man turn this shit off
 
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