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letra de over the years - shaba shak

[intro]
sh-t
it’s hard times
hang tight all of the mandem riding deep stretches
hang tight the full piff city team
you get me? all the family (you get me?)
hang tight slayer man on the production
i’m just gonna tell you, the way i see it, along the years
and it’s the truth, just listen

[verse 1]
in the hood they used to beef three blocks, it was greazy
for all the top shottas licking shots, it was easy
loads of cats taking giddy crack like [?]
used to stand around, thinking that my dad might see me
too much crack in the city, boydem lack, they was sh-tty
around in the vauxhall, so it weren’t really sticky (yeah)
you could, i’ll slap the boydem in the merc pretty quickly
the boydem couldn’t search you after, it weren’t like mississippi
the boydem tried to strip me of my rights, search me anytime of night
rolling in the beamers with the beam lights
and i know they got the cameras on, so i got my bally on
they tryna get me shook and make me run while i’m still standing strong
always standing strong, ’cause i dun know i should
i see snitches that get let off for holding nooks
and it’s the snitchy b-tch guys holding goods
then those goods are about as valuable as faken stolen goods

[chorus]
over the years, sh-ts changed in the hood
i used to have a lot of respect for durrty goodz
i used to see beams popping wheelies in the ends though
now i see the astras, the bullies and the smos
over the years sh-t changed on the block
sh-t became catastrophic but the sh-t never stops
and if real never ends, ’cause we won’t let them win
we still, get out that paper, shotting all of them things

[verse 2]
hand tight all of the fox that put in work in my bits
certain guys got one up on certain guys snitch
your fried fish from you’re a certified snitch
you’re gonna, get battered then you’ll burn til you die business
it’s kinda sad that i don’t see you on the block because there’s
been so mad, i’d love to see a snitch drop
since mid 2k5, it’s all got hot
sh-t one of my boys got shanked, one of them got shot
in the same week, around 12 more glocks got hot
one of my boys did a move, so a whip got got
wanted to drive to radio, 8 to 10 o’clock’s locked
for my next [?], red borrowed that whip and got got
i told him that the popo got [?] dun locked
couple beamers ’round the blocks looking for dingers non-stop
if you told them whips hadn’t been hot wired or black boxed
it’s been involved in more crimes than a ex-cop

[chorus]
over the years, sh-ts changed in the hood
i used to have a lot of respect for durrty goodz
i used to see beams popping wheelies in the ends though
now i see the astras, the bullies and the smo’s
over the years sh-t changed on the block
sh-t became catastrophic but the sh-t never stops
and if real never ends, ’cause we won’t let them win
we still, get out that paper, shotting all of them things (that’s that)

[verse 3]
those f-ckers knocked down our last block stupidly
they’re gonna put a boydem station where it used to be
the po beat my boys face in brutally
plus i’ve been [?] again, what they gonna do to me?
they didn’t send my boy jail but leaving me
but now i’m p-ssed, [?] again so where’s that leaving me?
it doesn’t matter if i go hmp, [?] still got homeboys, them b-tches that’ll bleed for me

- shaba shak

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