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kidd ray - we gon make it (remix) lyrics

kid, uh
these n-ggas be trippin’, they steady fienin’ up
shot him so many times, his body still leaning up
im only 15, you don’t think i seen enough?
and all my n-ggas keep the mops like they cleaning up
y’all n-ggas be thinking “cars” when i drive by, cuz all y’all do is see ars when i drive by
i know you thinking “d-mn how that n-gga thought of that?”
we be in the field throwing bullets like a quarterback
a [?] and a revolver, i had a starter pack
sold that revolver for 5, then i brought it back
hollow tips that’ll go right through ya
not to mention that my daddy was a two-time loser (look)
i keep a fat sack like santa
all my n-ggas to legit and we tote them hammers (look)
n-ggas better stay in their place
shoot him in his face and ask him “how this ak taste?”
free trigga, my lil n-gga caught a ak case
mean mugging, grind my t–th, that’s my ak face
k!ll a n-gga, do the race, that’s my tay-k face
wet his block like a hurricane, ay bay bay (look)
he said he gon’ k!ll me but i’m still standing
the scary n-ggas plot on me but they still planning
he said he married to his team, “n-gga i dont care”
divorce your whole marriage with my mariah and my cannon
all my n-ggas, we was dreaming ’bout the mansions
try to stop us, we gon’ put you in a casket
like mobb deep told ’em, “you ain’t a crook son, we clapped your n-gga mel and know you just a shook one”
the jungle for the animals, go read a book son
and keep quiet before you get your life took son
don’t wanna be no xxl freshman cuz, i ain’t a freshman cuz
been in the game, grew up around the veterans cuz
since a youngin’ i was getting dean presidents cuz
don’t make me go shoot up your residence cuz
catch you in public, ain’t no need to act arrogant cuz
relationships, i don’t like
me and girls tend to fight like tina and ike (look)
we smoking on that good jamaican
you claim you our brudda but you gave a statement on us
now we waiting patient
you showed your true colors p-ssy, “thanks for faking”
kidnap your daughter like we play on taken
n-ggas steady want beef, let’s raise the steaks then
you ain’t messing with my committee
free bg, we hold it down for choppa city
ain’t no ammo in the k so i shot the smitty
come through like the janitor and mop you city
local rappers send shots, man that’s crazy
but you selling fast food
“yeah that’s brazy”
everybody in my camp, “we gon make it”
whatever chuckles you got, “we gon take it”
all you thotties just a jerk to me
they ain’t nothing but a suck and a slurp to me
please don’t take it personally
all these n-ggas childs to me
they ain’t nothing but a click-clack-pow to me honestly
n-ggas know i keep a x so now i’m rocking diamonds
according to my rolex this was perfect timing
got a couple real shooters moving right behind me
and they gon’ move when i say, like my name was simon
all my n-ggas from the jungle, we all know how to hustle
we all been through the struggle
hatin’ n-ggas just can’t take it, n-gga just face it
we gon make it, hbg gon’ make it, ctb gon make it
we gon make it, kidd ray gon’ make it, shorty gon’ make it
we gon make it, kidd, hbg ctb stuff

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