Текст песни
What they want
What they need
The good die young these niggaz dealing with the devil
Yeah these niggaz's dealing with the devil
The good die young these niggaz's dealing with the devil
I'm talking better days
Them sob stories I got several
My dog he up the road he just caught another letter
That hoe can suck some dick
But my hoe can do it better
They say the birds of a feather flock together what you talking bout
When times got hard they started walking out, Huh
It's too much blood shed ain't no talking now
I had this chip on my shoulder like forever
They say the good die young these niggaz dealing with the devil
Just a young thug nigga always had some manners
I might paint the vert pink cause my grandma just beat cancer
Middle fingers up for all them niggaz who wouldn't answer
Fuck a nigga buck a nigga like I'm from Tampa!
Made nigga ex jack boy and grave digger
I'm hard on a hoe and even worse on lame niggaz
Look around I'm still chilling with the same niggaz
Then homicide came to visit I ain't name niggaz
Just a young thug nigga always had some manners
I might paint the vert pink cause my grandma just beat cancer
Middle fingers up for all them niggaz who wouldn't answer
Fuck a nigga buck a nigga like I'm from Tampa!
Made nigga ex jack boy and grave digger
I'm hard on a hoe and even worse on lame niggaz
Look around I'm still chilling with the same niggaz
Then homicide came to visit I ain't name niggaz
I know many men
I ain't trying to do no murders
I want some chicken man
I'm trying to give my hood hope
Like I'm chicken man
How you a hitter doing drive by's
Them niggaz wanted beef I ordered Five Guys
They say lil Koly hard to kill like he got nine lives
Tell the coach I smell blitz we going five wide
If I don't die rich just know I died trying
Just pour some liquor on my grave and put me in the ground