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letra de put me under (wicked pt. 2) - jmb juvie

[intro]
know they want me dead, i know they want me under
kept it real and some n-ggas left me in that thunder
you slip i’ll bust yo head, do that sh-t again
i’ll spin a n-gga block until that choppa fall out my hand

i know they want me dead, i know they want me under
kept it real with some n-ggas left me in that thunder
you slip i’ll bust yo head, you won’t do that sh-t again
that’s why i’ll spin a n-gga block until that choppa fall out my hand

[verse]
aye who that is?

ah, oh, oh, f-ck!

mhmmmmm, yeah

aye, aye, aye, what it do, c’mere

[chorus]
i know they want me dead, i know they want me under
kept it real with some n-ggas left me in that thunder
you slip i’ll bust yo head, you won’t do that sh-t again
you know why i’ll spin a n-gga block until that choppa fall out my hand
b-tch you know i rep my flag
ya hear that boy he reppin numbas
can hear them n-ggas bussin them glock outta them hondas
i come back, hit him again, and then i hit his mask
pull out all of the money, we shoot him up, won’t stand a chance

ar gone leave him dead, 7.62 he run up
that berretta sang to that b-tch, just like a symphony
that boy knock of his dreads, make choppa bullets rain on
b-tch he won’t come outside and if he do, then he gone [?]

he ain’t know they want me dead, b-tch you know they want me under
kept it real with some n-ggas left me in that thunder
you slip i’ll bust yo head, an’ do that sh-t again
spin a n-gga block until that choppa fall out my hand

b-tch you know i rep my flag
that boy he reppin numbas
can hear them n-ggas bussin them glocks outta them hondas
i come back, hit him again, and then i hit his mask
pull out all of the money, we shoot him up, won’t stand a chance

[verse]
draco had told me its been time to stick that b-tch, but ion know where to go
i lost my brother to these streets, i still got blood on my floor
they took so much from me, in this life i’ve been feeling alone
how the f-ck gone tell that b-tch i sold my soul, the grind been here so long
guess i’m frantic and i’m paranoid, think i need adderall
[?], cuz they know what i’m on
lost my momma to that pot, yeah so they know that i won’t do no drugs
mu crystal got hit with them slugs, who jay got hit he ain’t get up
more life a get crazy for a younging, this sh-t get wicked now
dae dae got hit up on his momma porch, i pray he made it out
(?) be on my ass, he did me dirty, b-tch i ain’t forgot about it
yeah, b-tch i said yeah and i been cursed so i ain’t talking bout it

[chorus]
i know they want me dead, i know they want me under
kept it real with some n-ggas left me in that thunder
you slip i’ll bust yo head, you won’t do that sh-t again
that’s why i’ll spin a n-gga block until that choppa fall out my hand

b-tch you know i rep my flag
ya hear that boy he reppin numbas
can hear them n-ggas bussin them glock outta them hondas
i come back, hit him again, then i hit his mask
pull out all of the money, we shoot him up, won’t stand a chance

[verse]
aye this that gangster sh-t, a b-tch won’t tell me nun
b-tch i’m gone stand on all ten
better have yo gun cuz if you don’t then b-tch you gone die with your man
gotta have a heart cuz in the streets this sh-t a get hot or get cold
courage won’t get you no where, b-tch a scr-p with that pole

yall want a panera with the coup with them stars up in the roof
just took a flight to new york city, i’m trynna see you what to do
my b-tch gone eat her, she the truth, i’m finna party, iiget loose
green light, stuck on that glock like take b-tch we gone send em through
they said lil juvie here yeah you know that boy he scr-p with a leg
laid in them bushes when them f-ck n-ggas shot me in my neck
and then they gone switch up on me now, gave that n-gga too much cred
the streets don’t know i know you gave them information for the (?)
and got my sister, yeah she did(?), that why my lil sister she ain’t f-ck with me

that’s why they mad, cuz i’m the sh-t, my brother gone ion trust no n-gga
and i dunno how they feel about me, they want me to sell my soul
be-b-tch i’m gone live bout it, i see a n-gga i’m gone buss his dome
they want me to k!ll bout it, ooh they want me to do that b-tch-bad!
they gone want me me on that [?]

b-tch you know i rep my flag
ya hear that boy he reppin numbas
can hear them n-ggas bussin them glock outta them hondas
i come back, hit him again, and then i hit his mask
pull out all of the money, we shoot him up, won’t stand a chance

[outro]
i know they want me dead, i know they want me under
kept it real with some n-ggas left me in that thunder
you slip i’ll bust yo head, you won’t do that sh-t again
that’s why i’ll spin a n-gga block until that choppa fall out my hand

street gang!

- jmb juvie

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