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letra de strike me down - papa j. ruiz

[verse 1]
remember swinging on the monkey bars?
smoking weed, f-cking ho’s man
but i wish i would’ve studied hard
[?] with a loner, wanna stoner in the aroma
smell the burning diploma
graduated with half of that sh-t
from a city where we act ’bout sh-t
flip stacks, and we stacking that sh-t
used to look up in the mirror
hoping there is a god to hear us
but i doubt that, i bounce back
everytime because i eye the devil eye
only you can blame it on my ounce sack
five bologni sandwich, art without a canvas
my belt is hanging on my pelvis, i’m 40 liquor belchin’
four nelson rap, rocking that like i was elton
expelled and laughed at for burning willie nelson
girls geting executed in death row
and if i die, pray my girl keeps her legs closed
but ’til then, picture fortunes, money in portions, whipping porsches
getting head top down, weather is scorching, best believe bro…
believe…
best believe bro, top down, getting head, weather was scorching

[chorus]
one thing man, i put that on my life
everything i say man, i seen it in my life (with these eyes)
one thing man, i put that on my life
everything i say man, i seen it in my life
on some real sh-t? i don’t have to lie
on some real sh-t? strike me down or die
on some real sh-t? i don’t have to lie
on some real sh-t? strike me down or die…

[verse 2]
it be that money, power, l-st
our never living cowardly (on that grind)
tired of living salary by hourly
no [?] habitat, many pack, getting back a fugee
they needed to get the score like i’m bobby [?]
metaphour, matter four
now we safe, and i hope the world relates to the type of sh-t i say
if not, it’s middle finger, grow up no rap singer
never touch the hands to the woman of my man
if i make it out alive of the belly of the beast
[?] never again, the nose bleed
as my currency stack to fly jets
all money, no checks
with the chick rent to give neck
now that i got it homie, tell me what’s the get?
ready, set, twenty-two, hit you like the rifle of a veteran
better than a lady friend telling me that she’s celibate
thirty four waist hits, skins and knees stay
be the player i’m supposed to be
have a daughter be the man i’m supposed to be
i be the [?] with a heart on my sleeve
taking a leap before god punish me, when deplete
shot down and have my momma all in grief
die at a distance
so when this misfit visit the paradise he live in
best believe one thing, motherf-cker gettin’ lifted
[chorus]
one thing man, i put that on my life
everything i say man, i seen it in my life (with these eyes)
one thing man, i put that on my life
everything i say man, i seen it in my life

on some real sh-t? i don’t have to lie
on some real sh-t? strike me down or die
on some real sh-t? i don’t have to lie
on some real sh-t? strike me down or die…

- papa j ruiz

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