Terres Theme by GrandeMarshall Lyrics
Ladies and Gentlemen...
[Verse 1]
Drowning my thoughts out in this black smoke
Burn so well, my mind cloudy, nigga can’t you tell?
Chopping, chopping, chopping split one sparking up my stress
Going through the worse, but we praying for the best
System fucked us up, made my brother pick the scraps up
My other bag the crack up, thank god for this rap stuff
Cause if I ain’t find these mics and pens
I probably be sending a kite from the penn
Chopping a deuce, breaking a 4, selling a thang, one short of a 10
Making amends, me and my ends
Stirring a bowl that makes in a pen
Knowing my luck I'd prolly be down on State Road serving no less than a 10
Rap shit changed it all, put a couple stacks in my draws
Put a couple more hoes on my balls
And a nigga ain't even on
We screaming mo mugga mo murder, mo murder for mugga
For the folds, I load my 4's
Nigga I’m young wylin' and thuggin'
Hand up on my nuts like fuck it, a clip don’t cost you nothing
That’s the price you pay for stunting
Walk your talk nigga or run it
[Hook] x 2
Here's a shot for my niggas locked down
Aim for the chest, going through the worse
But we praying for the best, shot
For my niggas locked down, take mine to the head
Sleepless nights but I’d rather that than dead
[Verse 2]
Drowning my sorrows in this 40 ounce
Flow so well, damn I’m fucked up
Nigga can’t you tell ?
Can’t you pop the top
Crack the back and I hit the swerve
I’m on it, pouring deuces just to calm my nerves
Real nigga addiction, real nigga affliction
This is what the game is missin
Real shit from real niggas
Wanted models and a wifey, but a life you make decisions
Reason why my record’s filled with one night stands
And solo zeros
Fucking with black widows, snakes of all kinds
Lustful bitches worst than Uma in Batman and Robin
These money hungry bitches wanting niggas cause they dimes
Sloppy seconds checking if a nigga got the time for 'em
That 40 temp me like 40 days
Liquor or the blicker, understand with me the 40 stays
She hate to love me, love to hate me, all the same
Swisher and some bitches back to drowning my sorrow in this pain
[Hook] x 2
Here's a shot for my niggas locked down
Aim for the chest, going through the worse
But we praying for the best, shot
For my niggas locked down, take mine to the head
Sleepless nights but I’d rather that than dead
[Verse 1]
Drowning my thoughts out in this black smoke
Burn so well, my mind cloudy, nigga can’t you tell?
Chopping, chopping, chopping split one sparking up my stress
Going through the worse, but we praying for the best
System fucked us up, made my brother pick the scraps up
My other bag the crack up, thank god for this rap stuff
Cause if I ain’t find these mics and pens
I probably be sending a kite from the penn
Chopping a deuce, breaking a 4, selling a thang, one short of a 10
Making amends, me and my ends
Stirring a bowl that makes in a pen
Knowing my luck I'd prolly be down on State Road serving no less than a 10
Rap shit changed it all, put a couple stacks in my draws
Put a couple more hoes on my balls
And a nigga ain't even on
We screaming mo mugga mo murder, mo murder for mugga
For the folds, I load my 4's
Nigga I’m young wylin' and thuggin'
Hand up on my nuts like fuck it, a clip don’t cost you nothing
That’s the price you pay for stunting
Walk your talk nigga or run it
[Hook] x 2
Here's a shot for my niggas locked down
Aim for the chest, going through the worse
But we praying for the best, shot
For my niggas locked down, take mine to the head
Sleepless nights but I’d rather that than dead
[Verse 2]
Drowning my sorrows in this 40 ounce
Flow so well, damn I’m fucked up
Nigga can’t you tell ?
Can’t you pop the top
Crack the back and I hit the swerve
I’m on it, pouring deuces just to calm my nerves
Real nigga addiction, real nigga affliction
This is what the game is missin
Real shit from real niggas
Wanted models and a wifey, but a life you make decisions
Reason why my record’s filled with one night stands
And solo zeros
Fucking with black widows, snakes of all kinds
Lustful bitches worst than Uma in Batman and Robin
These money hungry bitches wanting niggas cause they dimes
Sloppy seconds checking if a nigga got the time for 'em
That 40 temp me like 40 days
Liquor or the blicker, understand with me the 40 stays
She hate to love me, love to hate me, all the same
Swisher and some bitches back to drowning my sorrow in this pain
[Hook] x 2
Here's a shot for my niggas locked down
Aim for the chest, going through the worse
But we praying for the best, shot
For my niggas locked down, take mine to the head
Sleepless nights but I’d rather that than dead