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brian j. lucas - day one lyrics

[verse one]
yo, sh-t bouta go down like a m-th-f-cka. go down like a m-th-f-cka
n-ggas wit the business shootin rounds in this m-th-f-cka. shootin rounds in this m-th-f-cka
“here them n-ggas come! get down young m-th-f-cka! get down young young young
here them n-ggas come get down! here them n-ggas come get- [pow, pow, pow, pow]
d-mn, them n-ggas shootin, take the uzi out the back
lay em out, lay em out, lay them n-ggas out flat
get back. push it to the city, to the city
with my n-ggas in the unit like 50
make it rich! what the f-ck you think this sh-t is for!?
make it rich! make yo sh-t and don’t ask any more
out this b-tch! d-mn the appeal, of the women, and zeal
is what makes all this g sh-t real
gotd-mn. yo we made it out, made it out
gotd-mn. is anybody shot? i guess not
aw man. you see me get that n-gga!? shot that n-gga in the back!
boy that 9 went blat-blat-blat-blat
gotd-mn! they ain’t do that sh-t out on the south
gotd-mn! i bet they heard it from that word of mouth
gotd-mn! that n-ggas was comin for em, deport em just like they foreign
man a normal life be borin, aw man!
yo we got them n-ggas no doubt
awman! bet them punk marks ain’t talkin now!
awman! put em in they place…. hol’ up n-gga wait
what the f-ck is up with that toyota comin this way
n-gga duck! [pow, pow, pow, pow, pow,]
f-ck them m-th-f-ckas take em out!
i ain’t no rounds yo my n-gga i ran out!
they gettin out the car man what do we do now!?
shoot them n-ggas man shoot em! [pow, pow, pow]
did you get em?! my n-ggas wit the heat like comin’ straight out of the kitchen!
i guess affiliation wasn’t really the intention
i was tryna be a n-gga wit my n-ggas
why the ignorance take over. lord god please watch over
me and my brothas, wait here come these m-th-f-ckas it go
[boom boom] f-ck [boom boom] f-ck!
shoot back n-gga d-mn what’s up!?
what’s up? hol up… hold up! yo man breathe
please breath yo they k!lled my n-gga. imma k!ll those n-ggas man f-ck them n-ggas
i’m like f-ck them otha n-ggas cuz i’m down for my [pow, pow, pow]
f-ck them other n-ggas cuz i’m down for my [pow, pow, pow]
f-ck them others i’d ride for my n-ggas
never lie, if i die imma die for mine
i done started this sh-t now it’s over my mouth
f-ck them n-ggas, bl-ood til i’m dead and i’m out
yeah i said it! bl-ood, i’m out of bullets i’m out…
just run my n-gga! go! run! i’ll distract em like bait
run n-gga! are they gone!? no! wait! wait! wait! [pow, pow, pow, pow]

[hook] -2
got them young brothers goin [pow, pow, pow, pow, pow]
got them youngins goin [pow, pow, pow, pow, pow]
got them old heads goin [pow, pow, pow, pow, pow]
got them oldies goin [pow, pow, pow, pow, pow]
and no new sh-t been done
city known for k!llas ever since day one

[verse two]
i never knew why he would f-ck with that. why would he f-ck with that?
how the h-ll i’m s’pose to know if he got luck with that? he prolly ain’t got no luck with that
and how the streets cold n-gga! where my cover at? these streets is choppin n-ggas down like a lumberjack
like gotd-mn man, i just want my cousin back! i just want my f-ckin cousin back
and f-ck your i’m sorries
your mom and you dad is at home prolly callin’
your name like “where’s brian?” my dad? he’s in prison
or somethin. f-ck it. i don’t know
only thing i know that n-gga went missing. no amber alert
left a n-gga on his own just handle the dirt
sh-t an -ssault pile. and i know it ain’t yo style
to gang bang. yo retaliation, that there’s your opponent
boy you know it, swear to god, if you were me for just a moment
you’d trip. all over ignorant sh-t
i ain’t choose this life i was born into this sh-t
yo daddy is a pastor, run n-gga, run faster
you don’t see it. everything they do is for the money
but when a n-gga k!ll yo family gotta know you comin for em
gotd-mn! i think he kept his guns locked in the back
gotd-mn! i think he left his key under his mattress
aw man! is this how it feels to hold the chance to k!ll here in your grasp
i swear to god, yo b yo, i’m about to the man
f-ck a childhood i think these bullets made a man
i got it yo, power to end a life in my hand!
f-ck a childhood, i think these streets made me a man

[hook]

- brian j lucas lyrics

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