For my homie stutuuuuuuuuuuu

Discussion dans 'toutes les poésies...' créé par zen, 31 Mars 2005.

  1. zen

    zen Visiteur

    22 Novembre 2004
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    Man we gotta go get something to eat man
    I'm hungry as a motherfucker

    Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

    50, calm down, here he come
    Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

    Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggaz trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    Cause I'll come and take your life away

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me

    Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
    Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
    Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
    It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
    This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
    For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
    I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
    Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
    I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
    Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
    Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
    I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

    {repeat Chorus}

    Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
    I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
    In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
    Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
    The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
    I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
    I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
    Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
    In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
    Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
    Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
    'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

    {repeat Chorus}
  2. Stutu

    Stutu Citoyen

    20 Novembre 2004
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    zen : ash ghangollek homie , jebteha lass9a ..merci......... Many men, many, many, many, many men tide7ekni fash tigoulha ......scallopppppppppppppppss

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