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young noble - born alone, die alone كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, young n0ble outlaw, let’s go!

[verse]
yeah, revenge is my favorite dish
a lot of real street n_ggas prayed for this
all them soldiers locked down couldn’t wait for this
to hear n0be spittin’ that piff, that ’96 sh_t
we make believers out of atheists
won’t put my back against the wall, i get to shankin’ sh_t
ain’t doin’ no more askin’, we just takin’ sh_t
call one or two of my ‘lawz they shakin’ sh_t
your little bones, one squeeze it’ll break them sh_ts
well respected by the thugs, bloods and crips
they love to trip, i got family on both sides
from south central to jerz’, yeah they down to ride
only prob’ i like to do the job by myself
born alone, die alone, i don’t need your help
we can play a game of layered darts
i run laps around rappers i gave a head start
lil homies catchin’ bodies tryna prove they hard
lot of n_ggas in the dirt just for actin’ hard
you need to read a book and give some time to god
my life an open book i got some older scars
we used to sell the coke raw in lil baby jars
they see us coming they duckin’ “there go them crazy lawz”
we still do this for kadafi, and fatal dog
between me and edi we done seen it all
we right here they raised two of the best
for anybody on my team i’ll put two in your chest
still mad at my makaveli, should’ve kept on his vest
he could’ve hollered at kidada and just gotten some rest
and all these other motherf_ckers they are not like us
they ain’t put in enough work and they don’t spit like us
we got the streets goin’ bonkers from jersey to yonkers
playin’ with them big boy toys, no tonka
every hood got a hood rat named yolanda
she smoke newports and suck d_ck through the boxers
better leave her ’40 on her dress’ or she’ll box ya
nice with the hands, tried to two piece my man
you told her hold the stash she started pitchin’ out the grams
said the bag on her waist scratched the palm of her hand
but ain’t no luck comin’ just struggle if you don’t hustle
thug in peace kadafai, fatal and nip’ hussle
n_ggas need to find them a heart like nip russell
scary ass n_ggas’ll shoot you they won’t touch you
stop carrying the weight of the world it’s gon’ crush you
talkin’ sh_t, i could get you hit off the muzzle
n_gga, this is outlawz we breathe pac, b_tch
classic like reeboks, n_gga
we get the bread like pumpernickel
up early in the morning just to pump the nickels
in the hood you got the uncles f_ckin’ little sisters
baby mama’s turnin’ tricks tell you mind ya bidness
tell them little b_tches need to find some bidness
before somebody end up come up missing
let’s go!

- young noble

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