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The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

The Game

The R.E.D. Album

37

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Yeah, you can keep asking them fucking questions all fucking day, man Told you that, I told you the fuck happened, man Told your partner the same thing, man, how long a nigga gotta stay here? [Verse 1] There was money on the table with the bricks I was in the living room feeling on this bitch Heard my car alarm going off on my 6 So my dogs start barking and some niggas hit the fence So I take my dick out this bitch mouth and walked to the window Pull the blinds down and took one hit of the Indo You niggas ain't doing shit, but stealing my neighbors rims so Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over That's what I'm rolling with... Nah, I ain't saying shit and I ain't snitching on nobody Yeah, that's my four-five, but it ain't got no bodies And two dead niggas? Them is nobody They shoulda torched 'em, then you wouldn't had no bodies I mean look at these pictures, just so sloppy Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark Man, fuck this shit I thought I told y'all [Verse 2] There was money on the table by the bricks I was at the kitchen table chopping up some shit Listening to Jeezy and I heard a little *bullet sound* So I turned the radio down and cocked my four-fif' Oh shit... Am I hit? Nah, just a hole in my Jordan fitted So I turn down all the lights and cock my four-fif' Seen some niggas jump in they Escalade and that was it How much longer I gotta stay in this mothafucka? Let me get a cigarette I don't even smoke but shit, y'all got a nigga stressed I gotta stay in this mothafucka 'til I confess? Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest Cause it'll be a cold day in Miami 'fore I snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me? Yeah, I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy Niggas run around the hood singing, they should get a Grammy And you two mothafuckas should get an Oscar With this good-cop-bad-cop shit, take me to process Cause I don't eat breakfast with no pigs I watched First 48 so fuck your 25 years No evidence, no bid I don't know who split them niggas' wigs [Outro] Already told y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks I was walking to the bathroom to take a shit Then I heard my dogs barking, there's some noise by the fence So I ran to my room and reached for the four-fif' Then I seen three niggas by my back door Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer Guess I had to welcome niggas to the gun store
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