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Data di rilascio: 04.06.2008
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Huntin' Season |
My lungs aint weezin'\nMy heart aint seazin'\nWe bout to lay em down cause its huntin’season\nWe bout to lay these haters down\nWe bout to lay these bitches down (cause its huntin’season)\nWe bout to lay these haters down\nWe bout to lay these bitches down (cause its huntin’season)\nI off this shit and fuckin’wonder if I die early\nI got my blessings every day that I was able to be Now sit in jail or well should I say in the pits of hell\nStuck up in the stank cell with no motherfuckin’bail\nI done been there before\nI aint goin back no fuckin more\nSleepin on them cold floors\nTeach these niggas\nFuck this ho Say they can kiss my asshole\nSuck my big pinky toe\nSomebody gotta let them know\nNiggas aint takin this shit no more\nSay how is it they can drag us around\nSticks up in our ass\nYou done forty-one times\nHit my head then sag\nQuick to point the fuckin finger\nQuick to set every nigga\nYall aint bang drank liquor\nHow the fuck do they figure\nWhen they bang fuckin triggers\nJealous guns I did nigga\nMan pistol swore niggas\nEvery glock and six figures\nJudge when you look he in his eye\nNot because you think he high\nIt aint right to take a life\nJust because a man aint white\nHow is it they can kill us and then motherfuckin walk\nGet suspended with pay\nLie and say it aint so Set that fed bullshit\nWe gonna see who get dick\nLabel me a lunatic\nFuck that injustice shit\nIts lame aint it cuz\nMatter fact its fucked up There aint no fuckin war on drugs\nIts to light our ass up If I’m guilty then I’m guilty\nIf I’m not then I’m not\nIn the end it only matters what loyal that I got\nI aint gonna do the damn crime\nIf i can’t pay the damn fine\nLet you point your damn hand\nHave you lost your fuckin mind\nI aint mad at you for it\nI’m just tryin to let you know\nWhen they close that cell door\nThere aint no son let me go\nI’m gonna tell you what I know\nNot some shit I fuckin wrote\nYou gonna do the damn time\nRain sleet fuckin snow\nSo ride with no dope\nIf you black thats a no Get somebody thats white cause they wont get pulled over\nHow much can a man take?\nBefore his soul fuckin break\nAnd he think bein born is his worst fuckin mistake\nStick to milds cause he brown\nNever smile always frown\nKeep his head down low\nDon’t know where he wanna go So he turned to the blow\nNow thats all that he know\nTell me whats his breakin point\nEvery time he let go Should I fear for my life\nWhen I go out at night\nWhy they take away my rights\nGive me no money to fight\nAm I that damn right\nAm I high as a kite\nI aint puffin at the mouth\nYall know I’m fuckin right\nNow how is thay can kill us and motherfuckin walk\nGet suspended with pay\nAnd lie and say it aint so Set that fed bullshit\nWe gonna see who get dick\nLabel me a lunatic\nFuck that injustice shit\nWhat (to end) |