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knowledge the pirate & big ghost ltd - the tombs كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
n_ggas be talkin’ sl!ck until them gangstas slide up and start poppin’ out (f_ck them n_ggas, i ain’t playin’ them n_ggas, son, word, son, what up now, boy?)
we pull up with pistols, some sh_t is poppin’ off
that’s when them n_ggas start coppin’ plea
shot his man in the head, he hit the ground, he smoke the sh_t all on his dungarees (bow, d_mn, that n_gga stankin’, son)
he ran off with some work, plus he took the cheese
that’s why a couple crews we used to feed got hit by the d’s
my man was facin’ fifteen years so he took a plea
the judge the gave ’em eight, so in six years i can see my flea
i don’t need a crystal ball to speak prophecy
stocks in real estatе, life is a game of monopoly
your man got shot, becausе he out here doin’ f_ckery
he robbed, a couple drugs bust, took the wrong n_gga jewlery
now they lightin’ candles, cryin’ at the n_gga’s eulogy
talkin’ ’bout how cool he used to be
ayo, truthfully a lot of n_ggas fell behind that foolery
gun shots that woke up a whole community (community)
i do this for my n_ggas from broadway to trenton, clinton
maximum state prison, from rikers island to saint_quentin (yo, welcome home, my n_ggas)
most of my n_ggas turned victim of the system
after thirty_five years, spent twenty years of they life in prison
some of my n_ggas made it out of this recession
cookin’ cocaine in the kitchen, as a adolescent
hand on our weapon, rolex on our arm, show some respect, kid
‘fore we hop out that van and sh_t get hectic, yo
[interlude]
yo, what up now, n_gga? (know what it is)
pay that f_ckin’ money you owe, n_gga, f_ck you though it was, yeah
just put the money in a f_ckin’ bag, son

[verse 2]
you dumb ass n_ggas run off on the plug
we get that work, bring it back to the projects, they show love (yeah, that’s for you right there, son)
ten pounds of gelato broken down in fifties and dubs
got the word from my son, he said, “in two days it’d be done”
lace up your air max 95’s, we ’bouta have a good run
all my n_ggas is outside with they hands on they guns
lit up a dutch, inhale some smoke in my lungs (ayo, pass that, g)
i’m waitin’ on a few bricks of that fishscale to come
(if you want to taste it, my n_gga, go ‘head, take a taste, boy
it’s nothin’, that’s that a1 sh_t right there)
he took a taste on his tongue, his whole face went numb
pass me the suitcase and paid it, son

- knowledge the pirate big ghost ltd

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