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Tytuł: Tell Me

  • Wykonawca: 504 Boyz
  • Wy¶wietleń: 418
[talking]
  504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch
  Or testify on any of my homies
  That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
  What's up Krazy, we in here
  The New No Limit, code to the streets baby
  
  [Chorus]
  Could you tell me where my niggas at
  In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
  Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
  I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
  
  [Krazy]
  As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery
  My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary
  Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried
  This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry
  Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
  For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
  And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life
  I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
  I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun
  If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
  Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love
  Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood
  
  [Chorus - 2x]
  
  [Master P]
  Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
  C and Mac locked up, but we still a click
  Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain
  25 caught ten, man it's just a game
  When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
  See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed
  I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast
  And the judge send a word about cop a plea
  They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
  Facing life so it's strike three, independent
  Slanging records call us coke dealers
  C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us
  
  [Chorus - 2x]
  
  [Krazy]
  Lord please accept my nigga mail
  Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
  I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail
  We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell
  For my dogs still slang for livings
  Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
  I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets
  But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
  And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping
  I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
  A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him
  I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
  
  [Chorus - 2x]