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letra de our life – necro

yo, don’t make me flip on you.
actually you can’t make me do nothing…
i might decide to.

[necro]
i used to mush thugs
and now i push drugs
i knew a kid that put slugs in his own mom
he used to show me his guns
ain’t a cat that knows me as son
remember violence the only one
i used to watch how my pops would treat a girl
and beef with the world he had a bone to pick
that’s why my dome was sick
it rubbed off on me
cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g
you cats keep your distance
cos your scared i might flip in a instant
when i was filled with innocence
i was still commiting sins
half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
i’ll shove a knife in your grin
i run with convicts and stick up kids
that will rob you for 6 bucks b-tch
we flip right before you expect it
’cause we were neglected as children now we’re hectic
we shot men and we rob gems
i seen cats that used to clock me
now i clock them
got easier access to a glock ten
in case one in your face is the only option.

[chorus]x2
necro and ill bill
walk around like
murder murder, kill kill
gun up in ur grill
now u screamin chill chill
didn’t have ur steele
now u get ur cap peeled
this is our life (our life)

[ill bill]
ayo i grew up in the motherf-ckin projects
my mom says since my pop left
we had to get a section eight apparment
the rents cheap
i see decepticons at least 10 deep
run up on me flippin wanna set beef
that was some f-ggot sh-t
me and my brother ran for dolo
the only two white kids up in my projects
that wasn’t h-m-
i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats
way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps
way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap
at ten years old is when i first started to f-ck with that
everyone else in my pjs who’d rhyme was black
i kept it to myself continued to define my cr-p
i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat
you f-ck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak
i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack
white, black, puerto-rican’s we was poor it was wack
my mom tried her best i never graduated high school
i learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead
became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator
even though the doctor know your mind is dead

[chorus]x2
this is our life!

- letras de necro