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letra de time up - the godfather

time up lyrics
[intro]
(mia jay c)
(i hear you, jay c)

[verse]
i’m the n-gga that they call when it’s time to end the beef
7.62s sweep him off his feet
you ain’t gettin’ money, lil’ b-tch, you can’t talk to me
poured an eight to the face, i be walkin’ sleep
chillin’ in the hood with them demons and them shottas
don’t trust none of my n-ggas, they’ll rob you
fifty on the glizzy, yeah, they movin’ like some mobsters
they catch your ass in traffic, yeah, your time up
i’ma keep grindin’ ’til that rollie watch time bust
hit the road, duck off for a week, they can’t find us
come back with another, buy a jeep and a honda
ain’t no playin’ both sides, make your mind up
i grind every day ’cause my kids gotta eat
sh-t, i’m tryna pull a million out the streets
n-gga, where the opps go? i think we put ’em on a tee
toetag, get they ass off the streets
i been runnin’ with the wolves, you been f-ckin’ with the sheep
we two different type of n-ggas in these streets
when i got my first glock, i hit the streets and got active
i pulled my first skit and left the scene all tragic
watched the bullets disappear out the glock like magic
glock 27, twenty-two rounds, catch me in traffic
my n-gga fat-fat on the ‘hound in your town with the package
get a pound, break it down, if you a ham, i gotta tax you
i just talk about my life, n-gga, i don’t do the actin’
really in these streets, n-gga, i don’t do the cappin’
i’m a boss, baby, can get a n-gga get k!lled for that lil’ cabbage
put it on your head and take it back, f-ck it, i’ma whack ’em
chopper bullet hit his ass, he thought it was a linebacker
ridin’ with the grim reaper, known as the soul sn-tcher
keep a pole with me every day, i won’t go out lackin’
baby j just bought a baby k, tote it with a passion
if them b-tches get behind us, glock stay in the stash then
hook ain’t find sh-t, we pulled off laughin’
in the scat’ doin’ one-eighty, f-cked around and crashed it
three-five in one ‘wood, i can’t even pass it
i ain’t even want the b-tch, i got the neck and passed it
we still ballin’ on these n-ggas, scorin’ easy basket
get a n-gga wrapped up like an easter basket
don’t let me hit this switch, it turn a semi to an automatic
shoot out thirty bullets in ’bout four seconds
seen pop scr-pe the pot, n-gga tryna get extras
and hit the fiends in the hood with a couple testers
barely listen when i speak, i could teach you a lesson

- the godfather

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