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letra de russian roulette - uncle murda

[verse]
most of da n-ggas i got beef wit, i used to be cool wit
word to my kids, i shot n-ggas i went to school wit (dam!)
sold crack to people that i used to look up to
robbed n-ggas i just finished saying “what up?” to
we had food stamps, no silver spoon
hard knock life
selling product in my environment, i got hard white (i got it!)
screaming “free my n-ggas!” dat i know never coming home
i strapped, risking my freedom n-gga can’t leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)
never got it on safety, too many n-ggas hate me
got interrogated for hours, police couldn’t break me (they couldn’t!)
commissary for all my n-ggas dats in da can
it’s da cemetery for all dem n-ggas dat took da stand (bang!)
i be schooling n-gga’s but dey be playing hookie
lil n-gga! ya big homie-big homie is p-ssy! (he soft!)
n-ggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers
n-ggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers
now you making statement bout n-gga’s ya mans shot
you ratting on n-ggas dat you was wit in the sand-box (godd-mn!)
crime don’t pay when you do it wit suckas
i do sh-t by myself or wit n-ggas dat’s like my brova’s
loyalty is rare when you dealing wit street n-ggas
i f-ck wit who i f-ck wit, i un’be tryna meet n-ggas (nah!)
no dapping n-ggas, it’s ah head-nod when i greet n-ggas
i’m ‘social distancing’, play me six-feet n-ggas! (woo!)
feds got “all eyez on me” like biggie opp
if ah body drop in my hood dey think i got da n-gga shot
it wasn’t me, but my n-gga did get the n-gga hit
police tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip
the first head-shot k!lled him, his eyes rolled in his head
the other three was just to make sure that the n-gga dead
real talk, who talking like dis?
don’t talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss
i been shot at wit better guns, f-ck you was shooting n-gga!?
ya sh-t was going ‘pow-pow’, it wasn’t ‘booming’ n-gga! (it wasn’t booming!)
dey un’make n-ggas like me no more, my n-gga
i’m 50-get rich or die tryin’, ‘reasonable doubt’ jigga
[outro]
dats how you catch ah body, oh i just caught ah body!
n-ggas know my body, these n-gga’s no-body!
dats how you catch ah body, oh i just caught ah body!
these n-ggas know my body, these n-gga’s no-body!

- uncle murda

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