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letra de nigga sings the blues - spice 1

another n-gga sings the blues
bailin’ up outta the fo’ with the black on the black
and the n-ggas be creepin’, we rollin’ with the mack 10
the rats in, much lands for the dopefiends on my block
i’m dodgin’ cops, never stayed along, i’m quick to move
gotta slang the rocks, never like the sh-t i hate to do
livin’ in the city, where the g’s die young
and the n-ggas be heartless so i’m that trigger black
peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack
young n-ggas, american dream, is slangin’ the d to fiends
by any means i gotta gets mine, don’t f-ck with me
i’m comin’ from a land where n-ggas don’t play that funny sh-t
bugs bunny sh-t, ’cause all about makin’ that money grip
it’s the life i choose, see i ain’t got sh-t to lose
i paid my dues, a n-gga still singin’ the blues

when i try to be afraid to peel your cap back
n-gga sing the blues, but i refuse to go out like that

po-po be quick to get the smobbin’ up on your n-ggas after midnight
to see some young hustler up in my hood that got them three strikes, you out!
tryin’ to get the f-ck away from their ghetto bird, sirens heard
i ditch my mack, throw away my crack, i’m losin’ stacks of mail
i’m feel to lose my beenie hat, what is that?
i hear a cop and he reachin’ for my back
wish it was a bad dream, i hear my homie scream
they beat his -ss, cops and rags bl–dy up the gr-ss
what the f-ck can a hater do? gotta make my get away i got away
but i’ma come back slangin’ the sh-t another day
see the case of cash flow, from a real young n-gga though
sh-t it ain’t to smooth, a n-gga still singin’ the blues

gotta make my money, sh-t ain’t even funny
cause i’m strugglin’
tryin’ to make up real pain i sh-t
so i’m thuggin’

runnin’ up the block it’s me, with a chevey 350
comin’ to see ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya
cause you’re catchin’ slugs player
what a way to end your life, ’cause dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’
gotta get chopped with n-gga, put yourself and i’ll spit this hollow tip
cause livin’ in the bay is real, better know how to shoot your steel
n-ggas wanna gat ya, humer comin’ at ya, homies’ gonna pack your sh-t for real
this life is a murder show, so hit the f-ckin’ flo’
i blow, n-ggas up out their boots with up heavy bailin’ through
peel a cap in the day and the nighttime, anytime is a cop is a right time
never in my right mind, ’cause n-ggas on the block fail to see
that i’m out to crush, choppin’ up dope, runnin’ out the crackhouse
through the back house, see n-ggas we ain’t that dumb, we hit that back route
still free to tell the news, don’t wear-wear that’s n-ggas shoes
can’t never snooze, ’cause i’m a n-gga that’s still singin’ the blues

when i try i’m ready to peel your cap back
n-gga sing the blues, but i refuse to go out like that
when i try i’m ready to peel your cap back
n-gga sing the blues, but i refuse to go out like that

- spice 1

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