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consequence - the good, the bad, the ugly - explicit album version lyrics

“the good, the bad, the ugly”

yo you can keep asking them f-ckin questions all f-ckin day man
i told you what- i told you what the f-ck happened man
told your partner the same thing man, how long a n-gga gotta stay here?

[verse 1]
there was money on the table with the bricks
i was in the living room feeling on this b-tch
heard my car alarm goin off on my 6
so my dogs start barkin and some n-ggas hit the fence
so i take my d-ck out this b-tch mouth and walked to the window
pull the blinds down and took one hit of the endo
you n-ggas ain’t doin sh-t, but stealin my neighbors rims so
walked back to the couch and told the b-tch to bend over
that’s what i’m rolling with..
nah i ain’t sh-t and i ain’t snitching on n0body
yea that’s my .45, but it ain’t got no bodies
and 2 dead n-ggas? them is n0body..
they should’ve torched em, and you wouldn’t had no bodies
i mean look at these pictures, just so sloppy
couldn’t have been me, i do my sh-t like john gotti
feed the n-gga to the sharks after dark
man f-ck this sh-t i thought i told y’all
there was money on the table by the bricks
i was at the kitchen table choppin up some sh-t
listenin to jeezy and i heard a little (speeding car)
so i turned the radio down and c-cked my 4 fif, oh sh-t..
am i hit? nah just a hole in my jordan fitted
so i turn down all the lights and c-ck my 4 fif
seen some n-ggas jump in they escalade and that was it
how much longer i gotta stay in this m-th-f-cka?
let me get a cigarette, i don’t even smoke but sh-t y’all got a n-gga stressed
i gotta stay in this m-th-f-cka until i confess?
sh-t, y’all b-tches better get some rest
cus it’ll be a cold day in miami
before i snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me?
ya i f-ck with the bulls but i ain’t sammy
n-ggas run around the hood singin.. they should get a grammy
and you two m-th-f-ckas should get an oscar
with this good cop bad cop sh-t.. take me to process
cus i don’t eat breakfast with no pigs
i watched first 48 so f-ck your 25 years
no evidence, no big. i don’t know who split them n-ggas’ wigs
already told y’all, there was money on the table with the bricks
i was walkin to bathroom to take a sh-t
then i heard my dogs barkin, there’s some noise by the fence
so i ran to my room and reached for the 4 fif
then i seen three n-ggas by my back door
looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
so i reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer
guess i had to welcome n-ggas to the gun store..

- consequence lyrics

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