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j-soul - los muertos (interlude) lyrics
[intro: young j $oul]
aye yo, listen the f-ck up
to this true motherf-ckin’ story
told by this little n-gg- on the cul de sac
[verse 1: j $oul]
4 deep in a ’97 corolla
we was schemin’ on the corner, waiting on the plug to roll up
it was me and max in the back, just sippin’ soda
we was trying to get em back, off the pack, he served us zona
so, what’s the hold up? my n-gg- what’s the hold up?
word up on the block, cops cracking down on stoners
so we, play it cautious, devoid of any corpses
stomach getting nauseous, should’ve never left the porches
but we did…. it’s too late
(aw shit, aw shit)
[young j $oul]
yo, yo, are y’all motherf-ckers listening?
like what the f-ck? what the f-ck?!
[verse 2: j $oul]
swervin’, he pulled up in a truck
2 n-gg-s hopped out the back, 3 more n-gg-s up out the front
but, luckily for us, we had a heater in the trunk
never thought we’d really need it, at the time it had me stuck
looking like a sitting duck, man i knew i should’ve bucked
funny thing is, they were prepared for the bust
like, “what it is my n-gg-? what you need?”
i told him “i need my scrilla, if not, you gotta bleed.”
he scoffed then he agreed, he asked for the receipt
diggin’ inside my pocket, batteries filled the socket
swung it, swung it, swung it, swung it, swung it, then i rocked him
heard a door slam, then i heard a pistol c-ckin’
aw shit, this n-gg- bout to lose his life
i looked up for a second it was me they had in sight
aw shit, cj, grab your f-cking gun
he told me he ain’t have it, supposed to be a hit and run
“what you mean? you ain’t strapped!?
you ain’t never posed to lack
now i’m sitting here on point, how the f-ck i’m posed to act?!”
he hit a lick on you, big, me, and max
his n-gg-s ran up, that’s when max pulled out
a 9mm, let a shot rang out
that’s when shit went south, another shot rang out
i ain’t even bother duckin’, i was quick to get to buckin’
ain’t turn back for nothin’, hit a gate and got to jumpin’
(aw shit, aw shit)
[outro: young j $oul]
yo yo, i was just praying my n-gg-s wasn’t wet or nothing, ya feel me?
like god dammit, i was scared shitless n-gg-!
i heard sirens in the background, i’m thinking “these n-gg-s going to jail now!”
nah, nah we was straight (laughter)
we got them n-gg-s one day though
another story, another time. ya dig?
j $oul… $oul out
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