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letra de live from bedrock - bump j

big ol n-ggas, uhm, me and my…
a couple of my brothers, one of them that died
had came up with it, it was just some…
we was just always some hood n-ggas but we would just be on some big things
whether it’s just big ol money, big ol rims, big ol jewelry
we was just big ol n-ggas
know’m sayin, we was lil n-ggas
big ol guns, just all everything was big
we was big ol n-ggas…

the city rain blood in the summertime
i’m runnin round with this gun that shoots a hundred times
i’ve done the crime, took my l!ck, went and done my time
i look at you and your face and you know what comes to mind?
fool, stain, sweet, chopstick
i catch you, slap you wit that banger then go in your pockets
i used to go in there, cop it then turn over a profit
that money start runnin in and ain’t know when to stop it
got it, get that perrico from mexico
a heavy dose and flood the city like the levies broke
they plottin on me heavy yo, i’m so ready tho
i keep that iron everywhere we go
live, live from bedrock
live from bedrock
see if you can survive a headshot
live, live from bedrock

the streets ‘ll eat you then regurgitate you
was the memories really worth the paper
told shake i had the perfect caper
these verses baby only hit me if it’s work related
diamond’s on me doin the percolator
we live, live…

i ball hard like russell westbrook
it’s no wonder i got the summer sold
winter as well
i spent eight winters having dinner in h-ll
and i remember it well
that’s why my foot up on the gas, it ain’t comin off
the realest n-gga you gon run across
got that money doin somersaults
i’m not one of these rap n-ggas that act
like they one of these trap n-ggas that trap
like they was really that n-gga
i’m only into dealing with facts n-gga
i really had a sack, get you stuck up and whacked n-gga
jesus, they just done over the season
think you teflon, i blow you to pieces
look at me, why would i hate
i’m doin sh-t my way
you know what a haza is? a pig that don’t fly straight
goodbye, frank
and these n-ggas thought i fell off, h-ll naw
i was busy in the underworld knockin bells off
knockin yale wall till i took a l all the shame
catch em listenin for my name
doin mail call
pray for me, mama, pray for me
while she put all her faith in that church
i’m out chasin this paper faithfully
started with that d-mn eigth of ki
told myself i wasn’t lookin back
as a man of my word i raped the streets
yeah, yeah i raped the streets
my circle small and just as loyal as they can be
only the fam, family go head and take a seat
yeah pull up a chair, let’s share a toast have a plate to eat
i do this for my n-ggas that was with me way before that money
i do this for you hatin n-ggas, ooh you know you funny
i sit back and laugh at ya, don’t know what it takes to be true
full of hatred, i would hate to be you
gsg boy we that mafia
thought it was over when they locked me up
that couldn’t be further from the truth, n-gga i body ya
this sh-t is murder in the booth
you full of hatred, i would hate to be you

gsg yeah we the mafia
eastside crazy
chief

- bump j

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