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letra de i got them answers - j-lescientific

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never snitch, never gobbled a brick
never cheat, but i smacked a b-tch
been in the street, with my fleet
snoop, trynna get the scoop
like a journalist, in the paper news
with the troop, came to dance
money moves, like the jews

i’m from the north of mtl
where you catch a cold as fast as you get a l
me and my boys we got up
right where we fell
but we don’t play, with no piece
we don’t trust, the police (never)
no fl!ck, no tricks , some whoop dat trick
work out your lips with glue and sticks

did i pass bags in a baggies (ask them questions)
bag a n-gga up only for the cheese (ask him again)
you simply never know like the prison supremacist, huh
they’ll never get to know me, huh, f-ck them racists, yo

never got me, never will be, a systematic trophy
got my homies, become the ogs, and now they cannot breath (george floyd)

and my boys, we them bros, one got shot by the cops
and john got a crash, huh, youngin on his bike
he flipped then he died (rest in peace)
and my pops he survived
got a nine on my dome, i defy the d-mn chrome
and my boy he got shot, right in his mouth
now he be talking like fifty cent when he shouts

cops said i’m the gang, g.d.r, what you mean
i ain’t no gang, lone wolf true lycan with them fangs
i got my fists up like, huh, double trouble
i had no choice, but to learn, how to rumble
i’m from the d-mn block where the dog eats the the dog
chien mangé chien, it’s hot dawg
been making flames with no d-mn grill
walk in the booth and spit some real

it’s nothing new, i’ve been in the dirt
is something new? i’m still in the dirt
been with the few, punch for my dues
do my own fuel, making my rules

as far as i know we all wanna blow
good dough and my pocket’ slow
been on the low, fingers like crows when i sn-tch that dough
so don’t call me bro

when my past, was tense
you didn’t wanna help
so you will not be
in my future’s perfect

robbin in the hood, cooking food
getting eat, in the back
like a backwood, puff puff
welcome to my hood

we get in from the back, so we came with the pack
and my boy smoked a pack, on the block just like he shaq
and some
pull up with the jack, all in black
with the black adidas, air force on sight
take a shot morgan, celebrate morgane
my sound in your system that’s alchool in your system
gun’s not for fun, when you’re not the don
otherwise your life is done

6 on my town, 9 for this clown
snakes all around with a fake on the crown

i got them answers (i do), to all them questions (in deed)
i ain’t these actors (i’m not), they deserve oscars (they do)

i jab straight right up cause my hook is on the left
so if you girls show up, ouuuuh! it’s a hook up

i ain’t soft with no hook, i stick it in and shoot
yeah, rap make it clap, but you sing with the strap-on
g-y ass n-ggas

so many of you in a single intersection
so many gun clapping sound like a standing ovation
red and blue, death come, like color correction
and survivors get ruled back to class like detention

i got n-ggas in the streets moving bricks like constructors
no houses, they trynna build an empire
they’re all in black, never on time like contractors
you hate so you came with the bulldozer

they don’t want to validate you
they simply wanna hear you
say sh-t like i break into n-ggas house
raised the heat, make them pay the price

cause they couldn’t pay the bill
like i flip a rock, worked a b-tch, make her pop a pill
boy chill
you trynna get me k!lled

i bust my ass every single day
ass on fire like it’s payday
so much that h-ll trynna cuff me, hug me
like get the f-ck out, i ain’t g-y

i stand straight, ready to play
i’m on my way, not to heaven’s gate
that’s the gate-away
i came to slay, not to get away

can’t leave without the fam, fam
and that’s the ghetto way

- j lescientific

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