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uncle murda - russian roulette lyrics
[verse]
most of da n_ggas i got beef wit, i used to be cool wit
word to my kids, i shot n_ggas i went to school wit (dam!)
sold crack to people that i used to look up to
robbed n_ggas i just finished saying “what up?” to
we had food stamps, no silver spoon
hard knock life
selling product in my environment, i got hard white (i got it!)
screaming “free my n_ggas!” dat i know never coming home
i strapped, risking my freedom n_gga can’t leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)
never got it on safety, too many n_ggas hate me
got interrogated for hours, police couldn’t break me (they couldn’t!)
commissary for all my n_ggas dats in da can
it’s da cemetery for all dem n_ggas dat took da stand (bang!)
i be schooling n_gga’s but dey be playing hookie
lil n_gga! ya big homie_big homie is p_ssy! (he soft!)
n_ggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers
n_ggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers
now you making statement bout n_gga’s ya mans shot
you ratting on n_ggas dat you was wit in the sand_box (godd_mn!)
crime don’t pay when you do it wit suckas
i do sh_t by myself or wit n_ggas dat’s like my brova’s
loyalty is rare when you dealing wit street n_ggas
i f_ck wit who i f_ck wit, i un’be tryna meet n_ggas (nah!)
no dapping n_ggas, it’s ah head_nod when i greet n_ggas
i’m ‘social distancing’, play me six_feet n_ggas! (woo!)
feds got “all eyez on me” like biggie opp
if ah body drop in my hood dey think i got da n_gga shot
it wasn’t me, but my n_gga did get the n_gga hit
police tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip
the first head_shot k!lled him, his eyes rolled in his head
the other three was just to make sure that the n_gga dead
real talk, who talking like dis?
don’t talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss
i been shot at wit better guns, f_ck you was shooting n_gga!?
ya sh_t was going ‘pow_pow’, it wasn’t ‘booming’ n_gga! (it wasn’t booming!)
dey un’make n_ggas like me no more, my n_gga
i’m 50_get rich or die tryin’, ‘reasonable doubt’ jigga
[outro]
dats how you catch ah body, oh i just caught ah body!
n_ggas know my body, these n_gga’s no_body!
dats how you catch ah body, oh i just caught ah body!
these n_ggas know my body, these n_gga’s no_body!
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