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letra de when them killaz call - steady mobb'n

– opening interlude: c-murder, (crooked eye)

{-phone rings-}
h-llo, h-llo
yo, crook (sup?)
(what’s up n-gga?)
bavgate n-gga, i need ya
(what’s happenin’ n-gga?)
there’s war on my team, you heard me?
come ride wit’ me n-gga, these m-th-f-ckaz playin’ wit’ us, dog
(where they at n-gga?)
f-ck all that dumb sh-t n-gga
(man where they at?)
you gon’ ride wit’ me or what?
(man you know this n-gga)

bavgate:
writin’ letters from my jail cell
i’m gettin’ pictures in my mail
i’m burnin’ fools like the flames in h-ll
dear god, please forgive me for my sins
i’m tryin’ to have my own
although he know it’s hard for his ghetto kids
i’m gettin’ luchie every day before the shift change (shift change)
after the prison got me trapped up in the street game
my bullet holes turned you boy into a scytso
when my real n-ggas call, i’ma roll
still somikn’ my weed, fillin’ my drink i’m the king of the o
ready to die for the tank n-gga
so, pick up your phone and dial, i’m your m-th-f-ckin’ thug pal
when them m-th-f-ckin’ k!llaz call

chorus: crooked eye (c-murder) 4x
(when the k!llaz call)
would you ride, would you die for me
(come runnin’ when them k!llaz call)
with my back agoinst the wall and them k!llaz come call for me

c-murder (crokked eye):
when them k!llaz call they always seem to call me first
cause i’m know, for puttin’ n-ggas up in the black hurse
strech limos in the convo with the lights on
and at the grave pourin’ liquor on your tombstone
ready to ride at the drop of a dime and tote 9’s
concealed weapons on my m-th-f-ckin’ wasteline
my beeper beep 187 so i know it’s real
my n-ggas love me for my m-th-f-ckin’ murder sk!lls
i dressed in black, in a ‘lac, woth two macks, and it’s a pity
’bout to turn your whjole set, into chopper city
i bring the drama like you spit on my momma
you can’t hide when i ride n-gga, cause i’ma find ya
(now tell me)

chorus: crooked eye (c-murder) 4x

crooked eye:
would you ride for me, step in front a bullet, if it fly for me
lie for me, buck the world, n-gga die for me
i’m livin’ fast, so any day could be my last
i’m a soldier, runnin’ from the rollers, huh
i’m ghetto livin’, tryin’ to survive escapin’ prison
bein’ a hawk in heaven, paper was my only mission
so if i fall, promise you gon’ murder ’em all
pour some liqour for your n-gga
spray my name on the wall (on the wall)
to all the soldiers, i ask would you ride for me
when my back’s against the wall and them k!llaz come call for me
see every n-gga with a pistol ain’t gon’ pull it
and every n-gga that say they down ain’t gon’ step, in front no bullet
now tell me n-gga…

chorus: crooked eye (c-murder) 4x

would you ride?
would you ride?

- steady mobbn

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