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5th ward boyz - your life lyrics

[verse 1]
who in the f-ck is bussin’ caps up out them bushes (d-mn!)
got a n-gga running and ducking thinking who the f-ck could this be trying to k!ll me
diving on the ground reaching for my hip strap with a 45 glock and a extra clip
the first bullet that they shot should’ve hit me
but they f-cked around and let that motherf-cka miss me
see the first thang came to mind was to retaliate
started bussin’ caps up in them bushes with out hesitatin’
then i duck down the shots disease but i was laying low
after busting 9 shots i still had 8 more
looking for my enemy i dash to another spot
sitting up in a deep sweat
thinking “did i k!ll this motherf-cker yet?”
cause if i didn’t then it was still on
saying to me self “my hood’s gon’ be the next tombstone”
fire three more shots i heard him (ahh) i think i got him
it’s time for the grim reaper to come and sn-tch his body
i creeped around the back way, he sittin’ in a pool of blood
throwing up my set, he shouldn’t f-cked with this ghetto thug
flipped him on his back i dropped my gat and started yelling
dashin through them muddy trails fool i was belling
when i seen his face lord forbid it had frighten me
the n-gga that i shot up looked exactly like me
paranoid and nervous i woke up, everybody’s laughing
gasping for some air because i’m choking and embarr-ssed
syrup in my left hand swishas i was dealing
come to find out that weed had a n-gga trippin’

[hook]
your life is what you owe me
cause a b-tch is what you show me
miss me with that hoe sh-t

[verse 2]
i can hear and feel the dirt falling on my casket taking drastic measures
caught up in this madness this gangsta sh-t
got a n-gga stressing everyday
high until i die
tripping off this motherf-ckin’ h-ll of fri
i’m screamin n0body to hear me call
h-ll is right beneath my feet and i can see my downfall
imagine living your life on a chrome plated triple beam
the world is trying to k!ll you then i wishin’ for some shattered dreams
f-ck i’m in this game my life, i’m ballin’ and thuggin’ till the end
motherf-ck some friends cause i’m all about my ends
everybody and their mama’s out to get me, i ain’t trippin though
down from the quick give caps to the player haters and stank hoes
jealous? yeah i want to k!ll him and shoot him
he’s a b-tch made n-gga in my book i’d like to executed him and k!ll him dead
i’m sick of running from the feds
these player hating n-ggas and b-tches going to feel that led
when i hit ’em with that first spread

[hook]
your life is what you owe me
cause a b-tch is what you show me
miss me with that hoe sh-t
your life is what you owe me
cause a b-tch is what you show me
miss me with that hoe sh-t
your life is what you owe me
cause a b-tch is what you show me
miss me with that hoe sh-t
your life is what you owe me
cause a b-tch is what you show me
miss me with that hoe sh-t

[verse 3]
picture me at my funeral
i can hear the reverend preaching “may he rest in peace”
feeling no more pain no more grief
see i’m going to k!ll you first before you k!ll me
one of the rules in this game is don’t turn your back on that enemy
when i catch you slippin’ in the in the middle of the night get your gat and get him ghost
got that -ss in focus, finna cause another comatose
coward -ss n-gga feeling like your sh-t on swole
i can fix it to where your whole body turns cold
buster motherf-cka better be acting like you know me
so far, b-tch is what you show me
when i phone up, run home and get your homies
but see, i ain’t scared of none n-gga though
let my nuts swing low
sweet cherry and i have to carry that 12 gauge
mosberg spitting out them bukshots
buck ’em down them blood clots
f-ckin around with e-rocc
b-tch made n-gga better stay up out my grill
cause i’m built to k!ll
running with my steel
your life is what you owe me

[outro]
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
e-rocc you a stupid motherf-cker
f-cker

- 5th ward boyz lyrics

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