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woodie - gats and rivals (feat. shadow & lil los) كلمات أغنية

hey sosa, let’s get this straight now
i never f_cked anybody over in my life didn’t have
it coming to them. you got that?
all i have in this world is my b_lls and my word and
i don’t break them for no one
do you understand?
blackbird is gone and sometimes i wanna die
just so i can kick it with my homie, tell me why
i can be suicidal though i got my moms to think about
i keep in focused mind for my homies i’m lookin’ out
keep the chopper in the cuts and a pistol in my nuts
if confronted never stutter this is west twompsta!
hit it up and put it down although i love i hate my town
i love my homies but i hate these phonies turning sh_t around
switching up and talkin’ to pigs makin’ this sh_t gone strange
and now you targeted outsiders while us riders doin’ things
how’s it feel to be left in the dust dig your grave shady foes what you say when you heard that norte sidin’ on the radio”haters”

i’m locked up in that yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
i’m still crackin’ liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin’ tread
will i live through that yoc life, is the gun_sight on my head?
i’m packin’ lead snacks for them scr_ps, pumpin’ my wig back flauntin’ red
i ain’t known for shootin’ cr_ps but i’m known for shootin’ scr_ps
with an everlastin’ passion blastin’ puttin ’em on their backs
forever ridin’ with the northerners on these southside foreigners
leavin’ ’em dead soaked in red got a pick up for the coroner
i admit a dirty life i lead jampacked with dirty deeds
only things i truly care about is family and homiez
makin’ g’s sounds appealin’ but that money comes and goes
so i stick close to my homiez and quick to talk sh_t to these hoes
when my thoughts are in a fl!cker i wash my brains out with malt liquor
olde e bless me with the strength and vigor to keep me in the picture
cause these rivals tryin’ to box me up and five_o’s tryin’ to lock me up
tryin’ to get me stuck in a cell washed up like snoop
whether or not that block we bucked
gotta be on my p’s and q’s never give pigs a reason to
rush up in the house wit a warrant, think deep don’t believe the news
that’s the way i’m livin’ daily struggle to keep my freedom
for the funk got a pet named clip hollow_tips i feed
’em enemies come meet ’em
i’m locked up in that yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
i’m still crackin’ liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin’ tread
will i live through that yoc life, is the gun_sight on my head?
i’m packin’ lead snacks for them scr_ps, pumpin’ my wig back flauntin’ red
we tried to tell you motherf_ckers back in ’94
we keep our pistols c_cked up in the yoc ready for war
we get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side
that’s how it is living a life of gats and rivals
have you ever heard of a sur ur ry a murderer several hundred hallows that me hearten yaw i’m certain the antioch police department will break it down for the heat we scartten yeah whatever we ain’t ever
pleade the with yeah we the targets i’m for sure of what i know my folks got murderd by the popo they tiptoed and unloaded supposed to cover up in coco county so don’t doubt me because in my town we be packing pistols got an extra clip full of bullets in my cut where the ammo gets low just pist wholes and bodies double shot up in that shotty double the ounce of my success double the ounce of my last breath we come like guns like sl_ts cause folks live on the gun let them dump but and these chums cause these 50s dishing out them hungry hollows from impalas cuttys and larks to buckets that barley start we luring up your block with a chop but that ain’t the scary part these fools ain’t very smart cause they be testing my patience but they seem to be evasive when expressing my hatred gang related partic_p_ting the 5.0 seems to think so got my homeboy shacked on the shingle he never let off a single shot this constant nonsense is what’s got me on the offensive test this man is deep in the trenches we represent vengeance from 11 5 and fifty’s filthy wanna k!ll me get rid of me for my brown skin my strap my hair my mug my stair and the places i’m hanging around in just lounging with that gangsta life money gon got an olde though smoking some dop with nothern warriors woodie shadow lil los
we tried to tell you motherf_ckers back in ’94
we keep our pistols c_cked up in the yoc ready for war
we get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side
that’s how it is living a life of gats and rivalsx4

- woodie

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