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letra de casualties - yellopain

[intro]:
i know you waited for this one
sticks and my bones might break my bones
i don’t know if i’ll grow old
time to show (show)
we don’t know (know)
don’t know the time that we will go

[verse]:

yeah
you don’t think before you act
then your people know you work
you could hide, but he gon’ slide around ’til he know where you at
when them people on your ass, your auntie leaves, somebody get smacked
you with your son at chuck-e-cheese but you can’t leave ’cause they out back
i know you paranoid, that’s your lil’ boy
yeah, well f-ck ’em
once they bus’ his head
he gon’ drop the toy that you just won him (huh!)
play the streets or be a family man, one or the other (hey!)
i thought you was a crip, well why your son the other color?
blood spillin’

[pre-chorus]:
this the part that n0body don’t talk about
please don’t think your girl gon’ live when she drivin’ your car around
cryin’ to her momma but it’s too late to say sorry now
can’t be mad, you did her first so you just getting karma now (karma now, karma now, karma now)

[chorus]:

somebody gon’ suffer
it could your aunt
but it might be your brother
it might be your granny once the bullets get the bus
it might be your baby when them bullets get to bust
somebody gon’ die
somebody gon’ suffer
it could your aunt
but it might be your brother
it might be your granny once the bullets get the bus
it might be your baby once them bullets get to bust

[verse]:

yeah
streets ain’t got no favorite
please don’t play like you no diva
that karma cold like below zero
’bouta k!ll your negros
you drop one, they might drop three
though that’s just how the streets go
and now you mourn their family
you were never ‘posed to see go (hey!)
the funeral on sat-rday but they know that’s where you might be though (truth!)
you got a skip, but you gon’ miss in this new tuxedo (hey!)
you wanna lead the streets, you too broke down to be no hero (ayy!)
you’re forced to slide ’cause you know who shot who but the police don’t (ayy!)
now you ride ’round with that on, you lookin’ fo’ who did that (yuh!)
grab the smith with no kickback, ready to get your l!ck back
dressed in all black, miss mary mack, the windows tinted pitch black (hey!)
you know they pushed your homie’s sh-t back and you can’t forget that
soon as you spin the block you know it’s gon’ do damage, n-gga
body for body make the world go on forever, n-gga (forever, n-gga)
sh-t make sense until you picking up your family, n-gga
no matter who you drop, it won’t bring back your family, n-gga

[chorus]:

somebody gon’ die
somebody gon’ suffer
it could your aunt
but it might be your brother
it might be your granny once the bullets get the bus
it might be your baby when them bullets get to bust
somebody gon’ die
somebody gon’ suffer
it could your aunt
but it might be your brother
it might be your granny once the bullets get the bus
it might be your baby once them-

[outro]:

sticks and my bones might break my bones
i don’t know if i’ll grow old
time to show (show)
we don’t know (know)
don’t know the time that we will go

- yellopain

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