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Webbie & Lil Boosie-Time Could Be Next
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
Vocals
Webbie
Webbie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Gradney
W. Gradney
Lyrics
Jeremiah Roach
Jeremiah Roach
Songwriter
Torrence Hatch
Torrence Hatch
Songwriter
Webster Gradney Jr.
Webster Gradney Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremiah Roach
Jeremiah Roach
Producer

Lyrics

Check one check two (check one check two) Bout to give these niggas mind real quick Come on, come on (see my people question this Gat a nigga mind scis with that eye in the bins nor time) My niggah was seventeen working with a nine piece Then my nigga got in beaf And got hit with a nine heat I live where convicted felons commitin' felonies And they all beef, willing to do somethin' to eat And I ain't watching news in a month and two weeks 'Cause I don't wanna see another familiar face on TV And this is for all niggas we done lost to the streets And this is for all niggas who can't get out on the streets Please God forgive us Will we hid in ou phone Why fuck with that job when we can ball with the soft And reach out your hand to my dawg 'cause he knows When they took his brother they took the love about his heart This shit I've been dreaming and got me scared of the dough I'm visioning demons bursting my head in the dark Man shit it's even walking with my mom in the park So walking with these timers about the drama no remorse niggah Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add in the vest nor my time could be mixed Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add on the vest nor my time could be mixed Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add on the vest nor my time could be mixed Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add on the vest my wrist nor my time could be mixed Now I look at my window like Pac I see death around the corner So imma switch location 'fore waitin' till they run up on me I can't let me people blooze me (blooze me) How the fuck my people gon feel if they lose me (lose me) So Uzi's Solo with tinted windows four fours and low seats I'm down to just three bitches 'cause the more hoes the more beef Loaded with no sleep, bows with no crisp In my rear mirror anticipating to creep Back and duck in them seat So I better be rout Your supposed to be my niggas But I know how it go down My lady is scared of bullshit and telling me to stop But I'll leave your ass 'fore I leave this fuckin' block Know I'm leaving the scenes so I caught Some quick glock Four seconds both hands better let out the shash niggah Getting Infront of thas shit No o' my time could be mixed you heard me (No o' my time could be mixed you heard me) Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add in the vest nor my time could be mixed Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add on the vest nor my time could be mixed Seeing my people put the risk gat a nigga man stress With that add on the vest nor my time could be mixed They have my nigga while sticking in this lexus now am thinking Gat me halling fuck that serve nothing but a whole liquor tracking (danm) Next week they left his brother he had shots under a cover Real nigga bout that tracker to that bad motherfucker You live by the gun you gon' die by it Real niggas do workout whole niggas they do drop ass I saw a nigga put to rest two shots in the chest Acting like they tryna save him but they digging in his gas Who next is what am asking when I pray Happy checking bro a day in with these baddie with the cake And bad news on the news, everybody getting blues They'll never show their face but you know I'm bout to shoot (is when I lose) And everyday I see my mama I be thinking bout the tears She gon be shading for years if her son get's killed This one here is for solders who dead like Hmey Moz and B with that boy I brought to Bushwick and that boy Red T I think this drop she gon be on with two Ain't no survival when a niggah standing over you like solders do So listen clear watch the niggas who be closed sted you Your main man to get that thing and fuck off with you So no quest Lil Boose need a blessing I don't wanna lose my life to smithuation That's why I'm stressed
Writer(s): Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, Jeremiah Roach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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