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letra de neva ran - milano the great

frank lucas: what you want me to do? snitch? i know you don’t want no cops. what you want? gangsters? pick one. jew gangsters, mick gangsters, guinees? they been bleeding harlem dry since they got off the boat. i don’t give a f-ck about no crime figures. you can have them

(chorus)
lil n—a fix your face act like it’s never pose to rain
dark days made me that n—a i needed to feel that pain
yo bro pass me a cup pour me up i don’t feel the same
call me what you want, you can’t say i’m broke or a lame
b—h i never snitched, i neva ran, i neva sang
i focus on the money and n—as next to me bang
the clout consume they soul and they k!ll you just for the fame
addicted to k!llin i hear the devil when i aim

(1st verse)
if you don’t recognize muf—a you know my wealth
i did some things that i regret i barely recognize myself
i come gift wrapped in designer baby your lil heart a melt
got a ribbon on my jeans these amiris don’t need no belt
so come open up this present , no disrespect but i said it
your n—a get outta line again he gone need a medic
kept that bl!ck i risked that time
i pray that b—h get outta line
n—-s switch on they brothers ready to sign dotted line
label give me 15 it’s 80 if i just stick to mine
simple math lil bozo obvious i don’t plan to sign
fiend for s-x, do that thing you do to me one more time
cuz you want shopping sprees constantly on the rodeo drive
only f–k when i’m protected girl i don’t need no surprise
crazy b—h do better you must be on crooked letter… crooked letter… i..
them boys cut from a different cloth they don’t compare to i
i really been all through it deserve my piece of the pie
(chorus)
lil n—a fix your face act like it’s never pose to rain
dark days made me that n—a i needed to feel that pain
yo bro pass me a cup pour me up i don’t feel the same
call me what you want, you can’t say i’m broke or a lame
b—h i never snitched, i neva ran, i neva sang
i focus on the money and n—as next to me bang
the clout consume they soul and they k!ll you just for the fame
addicted to k!llin i hear the devil when i aim

(2nd verse)
let me tell you something lil n—a, hold on i pardon self
theres no winning in the streets, you don’t get a ring or a belt
it gone eat you up and spit you out
don’t be fake be who u about
the love you show won’t get it back that’s just a fact it’ll sit you down
giving out fake smiles and pounds can get you clipped just for a pound
gotta get your mama to move
she’ll get a round you ain’t around
watch and move how bosses move
you close your eyes you bound to lose
make sure that you play by the rules
can’t play both sides you gotta choose
n—a if you playing in the streets
sick by the code huh
n—a snitch can’t take that back
you sold your soul, huh
my n—as like that & they st-rdy
never fold huh
my n—as like that & they st-rdy
never told huh
(bridge)
n—a if you playing in the streets
sick by the codeeee
if you snitch, can’t take that back
it’s like a n—a sold his soullllll
my n—-s 730 & they st-rdy (neva tolddddd)
my n—as 730 & they st-rdy (neva foldddd)

- milano the great

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