Lyrics

Mandem on da corner Shotting white and marijuana In these streets Cos everybody afi eat But you dont want no drama I put dat on ma momma In these streets The Good the bad the ugly Ya yo Yo raised in da M-one-six Hid behind trees when i heard those sticks Westerling way nigga please dont slip Where i lived bullet proof vest up in Zeta's crib I was really on that strip ducking bullets from a snug nose clip For every ghetto round di world flash ya lighter afi reload dis For every picky head yute dat had to slang that brick (Ow ya mean dawg) 08' when I got ran down The leather smelt sweet like a creed bullets rang out Eighty over speed bumps Maria nearly blacked out Like Ri Ri is it man down Big batty pon mi lap now One shot, two shot, three shot, four Praise the lord Cause not even One shot, two shot, three shot, four Shattered glass pierced leather not even hit a rassclart door Mandem on da corner Shotting white and marijuana In these streets Cos everybody afi eat But you dont want no drama I put dat on ma momma In these streets The Good the bad the ugly Ya yo Yo Pockets full of silver But the heart was full of gold Ain't no style me cannot mould Am exposed but am very fucking woke I can feel my granny's presence when ma enemies approach, oh yeah God is control yeah Satan watch your army all in ravel and unfold yeah Everything is postponed yeah Blossom like a flower cause I rose yeah You are not alone me hafi give ma bruddahs hope yeah Am praying Lord have mercy on ma soul Forgive me for every drug that I sold Guide and protect me on these roads Cause its cold out ere I cry tear drops for ma Bros No love for these snakes or hoes All ma real niggaz will not fold I know they wanna see me fall Stop I not at all yeah A Wah yah tek dis for Lion a go ready for warring Am ready to Risk it all Anything for my sons yeah I man a real general I man a big man a real general Yay yo yay yo ya ya ya ya ya yo Yay yo yay yo ya ya ya ya ya yo Yay yo yay yo ya ya ya ya ya yo Yay yo yay yo ya ya ya ya ya yo Mandem on da corner Shotting white and marijuana In these streets Cos everybody afi eat But you dont want no drama I put dat on ma momma In these streets The Good the bad the ugly
Writer(s): Ennio Morricone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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