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[Mr. Serv-On] Webseiten gestalten Niggas realize we all livin in our last days. And we all Prime Suspects to the pains of this world. And just think if you was lookin eye to eye with your killer. It's your last breath, it's your last cry.
[Glock] I go all out constantly thankin how to get mine Auto Folie Everything I do is a hustle, pullin work tryin to get by Every time I close my eyes I'm havin nightmares of closed caskets faced down Thankin is it my time But got to watch these niggas with the slanted and crooked eyes Lookin me straight in my face and I know they be jive But I make moves like a chess play yall then I handles mine einladungen kindergeburtstag I'm pressure stress to the fullest, but only the smart survive Can I maintian, or will my mama see my name enscribed Losin all my faith, chase one bag and weed That felt in my ear claimin she can show me a better day That's why I'm boxin with the devil, that's why I'm totin the AK That's why I'm peepin through my window every motherfuckin day The final chapter wanna write me away kitzbühel restaurant But it ain't goin be that easy, I'm livin out my own play I'm hollerin right, left, never goin astray
Chorus Now why I'm peepin through my window These last days got me sleepin in my steel toes But I gotta survive, hollerin how much time Desktop Wallpaper Till I'm just another memory, my name enscribed x2
[New Nine] I heard a ghetto child cryin tonight Sayin Lord don't let that killer nigga take my life But the reaper breathe death and he came to visit Layin shaking with his bacon, hot fry to the finish Immobilien Dabringhausen Babies dying, mama's crying, yellow tapes around the scenes The last day's right before us so I run and catch my neice Paranoid with my gun, thinkin I could be next Trust in a few, niggas blastin at me to rest
[Uzi] Now see that drama that I'm bringin, half of these niggas can't even touch Tischläufer braun Now see these last days and times, they got a nigga mind fucked up But I gotta maintain and keep my composure That's why I smoke dolja, cause see it's trife down south They takin it off your shoulders And bloody bodies just an everyday thang Motherfuckin consiquences if you hang where I slang Look it's this thang you get banged On my block is how we do it Shit is real these days, use that vest, I'm comin through it Nigga fuck who mourn, your best bet is to protect your neck And never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death There's a constant threat in the N.O. That's why I'm peepin through my window That shit is grimy in the gumbo
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[Mac] Check it These streets is dangerous and life is hard Murder murder's in my eyes, take it away my Lord Cause ever since I was a lil nigga Chasing Nike's and Hilfiger I never knew one day that I would have to kill nigga I aint never had shit, I'm straight from the ghetto where niggas are poor Crack heads are hangin in front of the corner store Chasin little bitty peices of flow Everybody wanna be like Master P, tatooes screamin out they bout it Could yall make a change and be up out the game I really doubt it doubt it
