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Trillville
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Be Real
Trillville & Lil' Scrappy If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
Comin' up as a child all I seen was sales Moma stepped in so we niggas stayed in out of jail Then came Robbin and kickin' in doors Then went from a half to sellin' ten O's But ya see shorty, my mom was a G She made it real easy for my sista and me She did what she had to do, and got on da Grind like a damn nigga would do
Talkin' about pimpin', oh she did that too I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot And I was just 12 years old on 13 which made me bold Thats why I think my heart is so cold I gives a fuck about none of you hoes All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold And pressin' these doors shorty and cakin' these hoes I'm a pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor Fukin' niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay me Niggaz pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope A little crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And when the streets brought heat that's when da drama was fed Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in the head I don't scratch my head unless it itches An I don't smoke unless I'm bustin' at cha hatin' bitches Nigga we was bread to die, don't be askin' me why I'll rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz playin' wit fire All the childhood issues wit tha devil out to getcha Got my mind on my gun and I'm and the shell pull a pistol
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole Ya mind body and soul and leave you in a ditch cold With no shoes and clothes wait for the trash collector Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector They'll kill you over thirty dollars, I seen a man cut with A dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit Until this day moma thought I was up at da park While she was at the church praising the Lord I made through amazingly unscarred She had to be praying because I made it by the grace of the God A product of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes Bible in one hand, the other hard ion Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
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