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letra de five - g12 zah

[intro: iyaz]
shawty’s like a melody in my head
that i can’t keep out, got me singing like
na-na-na-na, every day
it’s like my ipod stuck on replay

[verse]
they asked to stop the beef, sh-t only god could make that change
don’t diss or say on five cause we shed blood about that name
fed babies they don’t wrap sh-t up, n-ggas died about that game
lost my dawg, to see the same. i lost my love then gained it back
she trying to up the score on them n-ggas, turned that block you better start flaming back
well 12 done turned sh-t up, he paid with racks
my wrist flooded, sh-t i paid for that
all thesе raps and traps is made for that
all these drills sh-t i just pray my dawg hе make it back
i just wanna f-ck the one, no strings attached
breathing for his life, you told my blood. your momma pray they bring him back
i done gave a b-tch my love but i can’t blame no one for that
them 762s b-tch like missiles, ain’t no need to hit a hat
my opps ain’t never going to get back
12 he rock sh-t, really done popped sh-t. b-tch i plug sh-t off the map
we been getting over, f-ck you back
bro ain’t no need for that
high speed on them drills and i ain’t stopping, i’m going to speed with that
that time is like fourth quarter, sh-t we need to pack
we done fired sh-t everyday was on my mind, i tried to slide like jay i need you back
i know sometimes in the trenches, sh-t just me and baby
glizz and jakes, we was chilling on the daily
umi called, you made me promise, “son, i can see your future far.”
i love bleu cheese, i thumb through racks. they like “g12 your sh-t go hard!”
sh-t i got locked for being violent
accept the consequences, repercussions of this life sh-t. we can’t do no crying
they k!lled my brother, five, who won three bodies on that drill. i raised my hand cause i been trying
and 12 done put his life in this sh-t
whoever posted on that block sh-t that’s on fire, they get clipped
sh-t we put switches on them glocks so when they shoot they just (gl!ck)
i just can’t wait to sn-tch and k!ll his soul. gon’ knocked the breath up out the b-tch sometimes i stress about the sh-t
from time to time, there’s certain nights you all i think about
trying to paint the city red about you, that five we cracking heads about it
name a n-gga drop one diss about my guys, we drop sh-t dead about me
all my b-tches cause they f-cking, giving drops, i’m getting head up out it
since you left, you scarred the game
sh-t baby tapped that glizzy, knock a n-gga soul up out him
we taking lives, them drills is adding up
my heart turned cold it’s filled with pain, sh-t all these k!lls still ain’t enough
he on the side ain’t trying to slide, don’t think this street sh-t in ’em
sh-t we had a hard life in the trenches, we sprint sh-t, we send ’em
bro had a fully, he tapped it once or twice, don’t think it was many
n-ggas shooting them shots, but baby walk sh-t down about that call, he squeezed the glock until it’s empty

- g12 zah

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