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gunplay - patience lyrics

i can’t let that slide
nah, not this time
payback’s a b-tch, revenge is a must
vengeance is mine

elevated, m-ss slaughter, premeditated
livin’ like i never made it
like i ain’t got heavyweighting
p-ssy boy don’t ever play me
double drugs, serenading
slugs in ya marinating
two gloves, gary peyton
praying for some peace, but these n-gg-s play for keeps
put a whole hundo in car door and seats
’bout my m-th-f-ckin’ paper ain’t no -ssalamualaik-m
just murdered death k!ll, ain’t no city that you’re safe in
and i’m making that a promise to your jitz and your mama and your b-tch
i be beating with no m-th-f-ckin’ condom
n-gg-s dying over chains or they fryin’ over change
got a missile for the issue and a tissue for the pain

shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (and the war goes on)
shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (and the war goes on)

only thang on my mind, payin’ back what i owe
that’s a bullet to the head, that’s a blade to the throat
and i swear on the lord, he goin’ straight to the morgue
for not knowin’ what he doin’, ’cause there’s a line you don’t cross
and you did, now you dead
drop the bike on ya head
yeah you made that m-th-f-cka, time to lay in your bed
i’mma chase ’til i catch, ’til your box close last, ’til your face all patched up
laying on asphalt
down to my last draw
down to my last ‘gar
down to my last bullet
pull it and blast off
i don’t be playin’
that’s all i be sayin’
when it comes to murder, ain’t a yard i won’t lay in

i’m on the way
(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
i’m on the way
all i want is white
(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

the game ain’t ever been based on no sympathy
only thing matter who dyin’ or who gon’ k!ll for me
only thing i care about you not knowing my whereabouts
dude just food, new dinner on my table top

shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry
shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (and the war goes on)
shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (we on the way)
shots fired, n-gg-s die, can’t cry (and the war goes on)
(we on the way)

i ain’t got enough time
a lot of money, it’s gon’ be fun
lotta homework, on yo own turf
we on the way, be patience

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