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letra de my section - trums

[intro: trums]

touch cash, e and t
trums in the building, i know y’all been waiting on this
i’ve been out the way for a little minute tryna get it
but you the same like the cut from the mud and i’m in it
but ima tell you like this, you n-gg-s ain’t cut from the same cloth as me check this

[verse 1: trums]
in my hood, n-gg-s better wear a hard hat
you can get your head bussed with a [?]
tell my enemies ghost instead of fall back
how my hittas send shots at your ballcap
never been a type to judge how a n-gg- get money
just keep it out my yard, don’t try to take nothing from me
cross the n-gg- once, never get away from me
dollar mike got shootas, look like playboy bunny

[chorus: trums]
mafia move with the weapon
vato tatted like a mexican
ima general in my section, general in my section
dark n-gg-, chocolate complexion
bodybuilder how i’m flexin’
ima general in my section, general in my section

[verse 2: weezola]
n-gg-, hop out and let him have it
the meat wagon picked him up, man that sh-t was tragic
ima general in my section, so issa must a n-gg- keep a weapon
probably a smith & wesson (bang! bang!)
don’t make me teach you boys a lesson
you know the murder scene get messy
thirty wit da green beam, turn a n-gg- to a string bean (urrgh!)
you know i ride for the green team, n-gg-s wanna play ball
check the score when i’m on the streets
you know it’s gudda when they mention me
trill n-gg-, and i’m tatted like a esé
turnt like [?], gotta keep a cueté, enemies won’t k!ll me
ima go out bussin’ for real, you gotta feel me
these tattoos and bullet wounds all for the turf
play with the squad, them bullets flying like nerf
and i’m sw-ng and i’m surfin’

[verse 3: trums]
what is love, they say love makes you weak
grind seven days a week, i’m in love with the street
we back slaves, we ain’t neva been free
keep waiting on jesus, we ain’t neva gone eat
i just tell it how it is, errybody hate me
you get along with errybody, errybody ain’t me
tryna put me in a cage, so a n-gg- can’t leave
i’ll stab a n-gg- up, till a n-gg- can’t breathe
i just can’t forget the paper, when a n-gg- couldn’t eat
and y’all throwing up cs but you n-gg-s ain’t g
on my street, that’ll keep the heat, respect don’t come cheap
keep yo head on the swivel, death gon’ come free
careful who you trust, n-gg-s even fool me
you will never know yo’ homie until he [?] me
n-gg-s claim to be a savage but they never taste beef
ima die representin’ 157th street

[outro]
ain’t n-body do this sh-t quite like the s, we do it the best
ain’t n-body do this sh-t quite like the s, we do it the best

- trums

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