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Текст (слова) песни: Fiend - I`m Bout It soundtrack

(Fiend talking)
My Lord, I`m in a bad situation again
First forgive me for my sins
Past, present, and future
I ain`t eat in a couple days
All I`m trying to tell you
Is this here, I see a oppurtunity to eat
It`s them niggas sleeping across the street
And I`m go get em`(gun shots)

I was a reject on the ghetto blocks
In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks(baby)
Quanties but I know nobody
In this contest I got to hold somebody
Got a gun name Scottie
And he bout to put his beam on him
I wanna if he know I`m bout to put that gangsta lean on him(bzzzz)
Thinkin` to myself it`s only for the worst if I miss him
When I`m cappin` none of you take it personal
Bustin` got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch
2 more got to go and I got the aim still(gunshots)
Don`t blame this
I said you was go bleed when I greed
It was a matter of time before my mind it find speed
Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza
Broke it off to a J` everyday
For all the pay
My beretta say a better day
And I believe that nigga
Money go make souls leave that nigga

Chorus x2
You see I don`t fuck around I don`t even have to say
Cause all the G`s around my way
Know that I don`t play (nigga)

My mind already made that FIEND callin` the shots
(I`m callin the shots)
My nine already engrave we got the ride that`s hot(horn honking)
It done got to hot in my neighborhood
So I`m a chill minute and make the flavor good
It`s understood
That this nigga got to eat(I`m hungry)
So I`m a handle my bussiness on these triflin` streets
My rifle keeps
My mind at ease at all times
Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes
My style brangin` the whole, put me into crack
My paper stack
Even though I did erase the black(so what)
Picture that
A survivor takin` and robbin` for his
I want to guide the surviving kids
After me
Next I done bought me some plastic glocks
And teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks
I`m a beast some say I`m just like Gotti
Mainataining my respect with my A-k shottie
Don`t know karate
But I got some hands of steel
(slap slap didn`t I tell ya bout playin huh)
But baby in these streets it`s kill or be killed
Murderous skills
Ready to do what I gotta
Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar(come hollar at the collar)
Herion and powder
This shit go keep me in power
I want money as my mattress and take moet showers
Drug deals go sour
That`s why my gat on the side
So want ya come test the mother fuckin` baddest alive

Chorus x2

I ain`t to be fucking with I`m a Jones nigga
Born to get it on for the throne
The dirt I did got me named Capone
Blowin` homes
In revenge, for my partners and kins
Murdered many men
Some personal but mostly for ends
My sins
Be forgotten, survivors actin rotten
With the cocaine crockin`
I got the champange poppin`
Plottin up stragetted warfares
For my heirs, Nigga
I don`t care
For that ? got me scared
Somewhere niggas made it home
With there loss souls
Heads I done toss those
Left in the crossroads(handle that)
The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the game
But a car full of niggas died crying my name
Releasing pain like Charde

 

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