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letra de long live 83rd - al-d

[intro 1: woman, man 1, man 2]
“can we have one night where there ain’t no fight ’n’ n-body get shot?”
“shut up b-tch.”
“b-tch, i will f-ck you up.”
“who you call a b-tch?”
“yeah motherf-cka! let’s get that b-tch -ss. i will f-ck you right there.”
“b-tch.”
“f-ck you.”
[?]
“[?] sucka.”
[?]

[intro 1: woman, man 3, man 4]
“harris always tryna start some sh-t. n-gg- can’t fight so he always tryna find some excuse to shoot somebody.”
“that’s why fools be gettin’ shot all the time. tryna show how hard they is, ignorant.”
“ah, fool, shut up. you be doin’ that sh-t too.”
“hehe, i know.”
“heh, haha.”
“yeah.”

[verse 1]
i’m down for my hood, so don’t ask why i bang
a true black brother, insane in my brain
they say g’s in h-town is just imitation
but this is one brother through true initiation
i buried my school books for nine ‘n’ a rag
now i live by my flag and let the [?] sag
and yo, i’m livin’, just like a feelin’
buried in h-ll
[?] fill that -ss full o’ hot sh-lls
i [?] none, creepin’ wit a shotgun
rolled down the window
pop, pop, i got one
then two, three, and four
i loaded up the sh-lls, and broke out the back door
i found a sucka layin’ on the concrete
i shoved the shotgun barrel straight through his teeth
then pulled the trigger
and watch his head scatter
he’s gettin’ done on the 83rd street platter
and that’s the mission for my n-gg-s layin’ dead on the curb
long live 83rd

[chorus]
if i die, with the curb
bury me deep in 83rd
put h-ll ‘n’ heaven inside my grave
and make sure my k!ller and his boys get sprayed

[verse 2]
i came up hard in the streets of harrisburg
no remorse or tears, just a sad 83rd
it’s the home of the k!llers, dope dealers, and jackals
child abusers, losers, gang bangers and [?]
but i don’t give a d-mn
’cause i’m down for my set
you wanna roll on my boys, you get’s a sh-ll in your neck
the 83rd black g’s stick together
not a [?] packin’ 45 uzis and grenades and dogs
yeah, i’m down for my hood
83rd, that’s my family
h-b-u, true soldiers in my hood, g
and much love to my dead homies all layin’
6 feet below wit my cousin galen
harrisburg territory where there is no invitation
so [?] when you see the bourbon comin’ around sprayin’
it’s all in the hood, where i come from
peace to mister love
and [?] from day one
and to n-gg-s in the jungle
much love for the way
whether g’s play stackin’ paper every day

[chorus]
if i die, with the curb
bury me deep in 83rd
put h-ll ‘n’ heaven inside my grave
and make sure my k!ller and his boys get sprayed

[verse 3]
black tinted windows comin’ down on the black bourbon
slide door opens up, fire
now i’m runnin’ and swervin’
“welcome to the jungle, motherf-cka”
is what they yell to me
i don’t know what i did
i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause they ain’t catchin’ me
buckshot sh-lls sinking pellets in my [?] thing
and rollin’ on da ground
tumblin’ down the hill, head ring
and reach for my glock, where the f-ck is the cops?
ran down the middle of the street, [?] bustin’ shots
[?] hit me in my shoulder
hollow point sh-lls [?]
the bourbon’s rollin’ over
who da f-ck is these n-gg-s?
i don’t know, but i’m the cool
i ain’t above the way
before i die like a d-mn fool
hit the alleyway
backway to my neighborhood hangout
and found two of my n-gg-s layin’ in blood, brains out
now where’s the motherf-ckin’ cops when they need they -ss
black bourbon p-ssin’ me, just k!lled they -ss
outta ammuntion, grab the gun from my dead homies’ hand
and start bustin’ like a mad man

[chorus]
if i die, with the curb
bury me deep in 83rd
put h-ll ‘n’ heaven inside my grave
and make sure my k!ller and his boys get sprayed
if i die, with the curb
bury me deep in 83rd
put h-ll ‘n’ heaven inside my grave
and make sure my k!ller and his boys get sprayed
brruh!

- al d

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