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liquid assassin - conversations with the devil كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: liquid -ss-ssin]
yo, la wake up n-gga we got work to do
you need to get out on the block, flip a bird or two
by the way them n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, send ’em a clip
you been beefin’ for too long you need to handle it
i ain’t gotta handle sh-t, i just wanna live my life
all that hate, i must be doin’ somethin’ right
i don’t need to take it too far, like riskin’ life behind bars
plus, i already got too many problems with the law
f-ck ’em dog, buck ’em dog, you don’t love ’em dog
shoot ’em all in they f-ckin’ face, then you brush it off
how you get respect, if you do nothin’ at all?
stand there like a b-tch, while they callin’ you soft
that’s what i’m sayin’, talk is cheap, i ain’t soft, please
that’s what makes me a g, i grab a gun and i squeeze?
i’d rather use my brain than leave ’em dead in the streets
and have a judge read a double life sentence to me

[hook: liquid -ss-ssin (x2)]
listen ride with me, and i can guide you straight
put your life in my hands before your time’s too late
but every line you say, you try and steer me wrong
so how you expect me to try and hear you, nah!

[verse 2: liquid -ss-ssin]
yo we got money to make, i’m tired of bein’ broke
f-ck rhymin’ dog, this rap sh-t is a joke
you don’t get paid sh-t, sellin’ cd’s for five bucks
hit the block, sell rocks, you could own five trucks
that’s not what this’s about, i got a p-ssion for this
i don’t do this for the cash, this for my fans and my clique
doin’ shows at my home town, and rockin’ the crowd
i made a promise to everybody i ain’t puttin’ the mic down
you’s a clown, this rap sh-t ain’t a job
there’s money in these streets, find somebody to rob
this sh-t, you barely even got enough money for new gear
you ain’t ballin’ yet, and you’ve been rappin’ for years
i made a lot from this music, i made a name and i do sh-t
there’s food on the table, and my brain ain’t useless
f-ck the money! i don’t need to ball outta control
i’d rather have loyal fans than rock a sellout show

[verse 3: liquid -ss-ssin]
so you don’t wanna do sh-t, be bored and act like a b-tch?
there’s no sense in your life, f-ck livin’ just quit
it’s easy givin’ up, you grab a gun and a clip
c-ck it back, put it to your head and let it rip
and then it’s over wit’, yeah then it’s all gravy?
have my mom bury her son? are you f-cking crazy?
have my family and friends, wonderin’ why i’m dead
rest of they life, thinkin’ why i put a bullet in my head?
f-ck them, they don’t give a f-ck grab a gun, get it poppin’
give it a couple of years, you’ll be gone and forgotten
in the grave rottin’, and won’t n0body give a sh-t
you’ll be in the graveyard, and won’t n0body visit
f-ck that! how ’bout, i put this pistol to you
go in your pockets, and then i got some money to use
and all that talk about me bein’ soft, is over with
no more tellin’ me to do sh-t!

[outro: liquid -ss-ssin (x2)]
place my palms together, and make my fingertips touch
pray to you lord, when i fall that you gon’ pick me up
there’s so much drama in my life and i can’t handle it jesus
open my heart for you lord, please no more speakin’ wit’ demons

- liquid assassin

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