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letra de my niggaz - j. stalin

[intro: j. stalin]
yeah, man, it’s your boy j. stalin
man, you feel me
i’m just sittin’ here lookin’ at this photo album, man
i got a lot of n-ggas that ain’t here no more
man, you feel me, man?
sh-t, d-mn near brought tears to my eyes, man
man, you know what i’m sayin’
let y’all know how i feel about that

[verse 1: j. stalin]
seems like high school was just around the corner
now everybody and their mama posted on the corner
i used to play madden ’til the sun came up
look mama, i’m a star now, your son done came up
you’re in good hands, surely you ain’t gotta worry
’cause i can see through the fog, even when it’s blurry
hopin’ jazz and dame come home in a hurry
i rock thirty-thousand, n-gga, and wasn’t urgent
my n-ggas on they way if i tell that it’s urgent
fresher than detergent, dressed to impress
yup, that’s them n-ggas from the west
had to bury a lot of soldiers, but we still blessed
’cause them cops kept us stressed
they paid in the long run
me, i got on my grind and see i had a son
we used to smoke weed and knock money by the tons
this was way before we was playin’ with guns

[hook: j. stalin]
and ain’t no n-ggas like my n-ggas
i miss my n-ggas
i’m lookin’ at these pictures
it’s funny how the 90’s came and gone
thinkin’ about the days when we used to get our mash on
and ain’t no n-ggas like my n-ggas
i miss my n-ggas
i’m lookin’ at these pictures
it’s funny how the 90’s came and gone
thinkin’ about the days when we used to get our mash on

[verse 2: j. stalin]
don’t ask me, i’ll tell you the hennessy take the pain away
but sh-t, i miss her more and more everyday
what’s up greedy, [?]
i know everybody got somebody to tip away
see, i’m a mar brotha, you could believe that
stalin on the suade to a platinum plaque
i do it for the ones with crack addicted mothers
and n-ggas with rip, take two’s of they brothers
the ones who let the pressure, man the system take them under
don’t trip, i understand why you picked up that bundle
and call it a city, but we call it a jungle
i just wanna tell you i ain’t sh-t without my homeboys
that’s why when i’m on stage, they right there with the toys
lil ricky, nar, l, i see y’all
we them n-ggas, mothaf-cka’s wanna be y’all
guess what, this is cypress village roll call

[verse 3: j. stalin]
i’ll bust a head for gun
’cause he’ll do the same thing
go through the street measures for the cy-vi gang
my family mean more to mean than an iced chain
where i’m from, 5-0 pick em’ up like a crane
i ride with lil k, n-gga, blood is blood
and me and maybach’ll go slug for slug
with who-ever, whenever, any given time
how you gon’ see down the right path when you blind
on the cloud, he’ll bend the world, i still shine
searching deep in your heart and you shall find
the strength that you need to get you past the time
i keep it real, smokin’ weed, jottin’ down the lines
when you livin’ that life, got you peakin’ out your blinds
if i could i’d take back the hands of time
but me? i’m just talkin’ ’bout the sh-t on my mind
me? i’m just talkin’ ’bout the sh-t on my mind

- j stalin

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