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kidd kidd - the real كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: kidd kidd]
music really give street n_ggas a voice
it’s either rap or trap, do i really got a choice?
they sell theyself short, for [?] and some [?]
serving dimes and taking shots, rather take your’s than take a loss
i still hear my grandmother’s voice screaming at me till she get horse
paied the cost to be the boss, and you pay what you [?]
you reep what you so, give me what you ohe
what goes around comes around, carma’s something we all know
i got [?] say i ain’t shoot a n_gga before
f_ck scr_pping in the street, going blow for blow
i lift a n_gga off his feet, before i go toe to toе
i live by the code, nеver rat, never told
never ran on my n_ggas, loyalty over hoes
we except a life we chose, when you real, then it shows
if you fake, you get exposed
b_tch i let my gun bang, my hood is a gun range
skelitons up in my closet, rugs full of bloodstains
[?] man, i know my mama [?]
tryna make it out this game, [?] chain
[?] the quire sing

[verse 2 ?]
tech low, tech blow, p_ssy n_ggas get exposed
wipe them out clean, dirty harry bl__dy, the [?] closed
over [?], so vicious over the chef’s stove
armand hammer before they wittness one of the best flows
n_ggas playing checkers, so strategic, [?]
i’m alive, ready to [?] you b_tch ass rappers death ro
better be ready for war, out here, n_ggas get left, ho
leave him in the morg with a name tag on his left toe
even though we aim for the brain, [?]
gotta make sure the tip [?] enough to go through the vest though
trapping from the benches, fiends sticking syringes
i promis it be a murder, you p_ssy n_ggas [?]
twenty four seven hustle, that money’s on my agenda
it’s no remorse for you p_ssys, so f_ck you if i offend you
we blessed to see twenty one, especially when money come
i can’t afford to die now, i just bought me another gun
[verse 3 ?]
hard knock life for [?] even [?] for us
too small for football, my jump shot was way off
before i learned to whip, n_ggas told me bullsh_t
a whole lotta of [?] crumble once it hit the plate
you put a raiser to it, stuff it in the bag
sh_t start to melting, gotta sell that thing fast
it’s summertime, so you know the dice out
n_ggas fronting, [?] they re_up getting wiped out
ain’t got the [?] just put it on the ground
[?] tryna lay the game down
i’m from the [?] the hardest part in the town
the other day my younging put my oldhead down
a charge without a [?], a regular weed sail
it’s all about pride, i can see it all in his eyes
no breaks how they ride, it was [?] where he lied
i got the phone call, hoping that n_ggas lied
now the strip hot, with [?] cops and homicide

- kidd kidd

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