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jid - 2007 / 2001 lyrics

[part i: 2007]

[intro]
[?]
yeah, uh, look

[verse: jid]
you can tell a n+gga like ain’t never had sh+t
r.i.p. i miss my dogs like mike vick
zombies in the midnight fall, them boys sick
you fall as a victim to a gun borrow, start at some b+tches, huh
n+ggas trippin’, they takin’, but whatever is takin’
the irony when a n+gga starvin’, gotta pick the biscuit
jump the fence, empty all your dishes all out your kitchen
and if your witness, then cl!ck+cl!ck+cl!ck, then spill the gritz
fill the kick, f+ck the fame, cash, [?], who trynna take the hit?
first tape go to the first base, [steven ave, smith west?]
on the hit talkin’ sh+t like skip
or [?] off thе top of the clip
and if i gotta bring to your cowards then its gonna be sick
put on my tеn thousand hours while the clock still tick
zone six, five fingers til’ you suck my d+ck
me and eazy was slap boxing, a n+gga bust my lips
start fighting, lil brother on some tough guy sh+t
but if you ever did me wrong, he on some [?] sh+t
bust to left, feel the pressure like the [?] pipe drip
blood red, rum sipping, they ain’t cut like this
momma said, “when you fall off, stand up, get a bandage
i ain’t got cheese to make money, make a sandwich
why you so bad? see your dad, get your ass whiped
seven crackheads, black kids, and a [?]
[interlude]

[verse 2]
you can tell a n+gga like me is meant to be a n+gga like me
[?] dream, what you believe?
you believe, i bleed and draw blood
i’m a f+cking artist, [?] with the gun
i can give my world peace, give your world [?]
big d+ck and grief, i can give your girl [?]
she could be the [?] collapse of a kingdom
but kings gotta peep the seat work, [?]
remind me to keep [?], y’all sh+t weak
and i’m sorry for your bullsh+t leak, see the volume speak to your broke speakers?
n+ggas breaking they back to promote they sh+t that ain’t even dope
they ask me for my coke when i walk thru the door
god flow, i ain’t walk on the floor
god knows, yall hoes, yall shows ain’t packin’ no dope
crackin’ the floor, i dont even need n+ggas rappin’ no more
burnin’ my seat, i am my shooter
minding my bidness, i am not you
burnin’ my seat, i am my shooter
minding my bidness, i am not you
burnin’ my seat, i am my shooter
minding my bidness, i am not you
burnin’ my seat, i am my shooter
minding my bidness, how about you?
[part ii: 2001]

[interlude]
uh, trynna find a way to light
not overstep, but its really just me
it’s sum i gotta+
what up?
uh, look

[verse]
pardon my me but pardon me for lookin’ for more
givin’ my heart, givin’ my art, givin’ my artery, what do you want more?
my [?] boy black, lookin’ for joy
they sn+tch ya, lookin’ back for pain before
but i’m tapped, i left [?]
[?] before the lord [?] no void
and i’m gonna avoid the worst, to come with the voices inside of my head
i’m sick of this noise
so be a big n+gga, put your finger on your trigger
at you lookin’ to the mirror+mirror+mirror on the wall
and let that b+tch rip at your back dont slip, and [?]
give a f+ck bout y’all
she [?], my d+ck tip, my black b+lls
you [?] to you jaws
[?] crowd, giving applause
but in my spirit, i feel like a day i’ll figure it out
n+gga, my n+gga, look at the bigger picture
we flawed, okay, cool, you pick up the figures, n+gga, you proud
we paid dues, but now you have to do what you can
you can’t abuse your power
unless you came up with a plan
and put someone on [?]
but dont get sh+t f+cked up, i be in the front door with the .45
don’t front back, then right now, last week, last month
in the backseat, shotgun, dont no one got one?
[instrumental sample break]

[verse 4]
pardon my me but pardon me for lookin’ for more
givin’ my heart, givin’ my art, givin’ my artery, what do you want more?
my [?] boy straps, they gun employers
party and [?], and crack coming to stores and zones
boy, the [?] chosens, boy rooms, and [?] nothing to do, but more wars
and more videos [?] to more women to more widows
lookin’ for food without a dude with four kiddos
but f+ck it, i’m sick as f+ck and told the motherf+ckers to recover and kick it up and [?]
and spit up on [?] like a drug
loaded, [?] information on who the plug
black night, black love, black life, black baby
give her [?], give her brother a hug
and thats a [?] (that’s right)
if any trouble to come we never crumb (that’s right, we been up on life)

[outro]
got a wave to feel the enemies on the way
give a lil energy, anything motivated
coming ’round (that’s right)
now we stay, knock it down (that’s right)
don’t be afraid, just if you feel locked out
and come feel love, feel love right now
feel love, come feel love, feel love, right now
right now, come feel love, feel love right now
feel love, come feel love, come feel love, right now
come feel the love, come feel the love
come feel the love, come feel the love
come feel the love, come feel the love (show me love)
come feel the love, you gotta hold the love, you gotta+

- jid lyrics

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