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noodah05 - in da field lyrics

[intro]
oh
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
like i’m a monster in this b+tch

[chorus]
i think i’ma die off the pills
how you know he gon’ die in the field?
they just tell me, “lil noodah, get on it”
they ain’t know i was ’bout this sh+t
they think i ain’t got no heart
they don’t know i be cryin’ and sh+t
i’m up and i’m chasin’ that paper
i’ll be d+mned if i cry ’bout a b+tch
i’m uppin’, i’m takin’ these meds
i think this sh+t f+ck with my head
i heard he got hit in the chest
i don’t think he can take no more sh+lls
if it’s up, then we takin’ it there
they breakin’ rulеs in the game, i don’t evеn think they listen to the ref
lord, give them n+ggas help

[verse 1]
bustdown her ring, no, don’t ever think i’d love again (nope)
my b+tch crossed me out when i was broke, don’t think i’ll trust again (nope)
eleventh floor in the condo, n+gga, i ain’t even buzzin’ in (nope)
i give her a rack, then blow out her back, i’m probably gon’ f+ck again (yeah)
i’m probably gon’ f+ck again (yeah)
next time that i hit, i’ma tell a b+tch bring all her friends (yeah)
top floor condo, gotta walk just to bring them b+tches in (yeah)
artists gave me no love, no love, tell my best not to let them in (nah)
they know i’ma stand on my ten (yeah)
my head hurtin’ from the stress (yeah)
my uncle got shot in his chest (bah)
i’m glad it was just the torso (yeah, yeah)
and he ain’t catch one to the head (fah)
extended mag, all+black with the dreads
they be thinkin’ i’m the k!ller (nah)
please don’t bring your b+tch ’round the gang
’cause you know that we’ll try to hit her (come here)
[chorus]
i think i’ma die off the pills
how you know he gon’ die in the field?
they just tell me, “lil noodah, get on it”
they ain’t know i was ’bout this sh+t
they think i ain’t got no heart
they don’t know i be cryin’ and sh+t
i’m up and i’m chasin’ that paper
i’ll be d+mned if i cry ’bout a b+tch
i’m uppin’, i’m takin’ these meds
i think this sh+t f+ck with my head
i heard he got hit in the chest
i don’t think he can take no more sh+lls
if it’s up, then we takin’ it there
they breakin’ rules in the game, i don’t even think they listen to the ref
lord, give them n+ggas help

[verse 2]
they know that i’m chasin’ this paper
i’ll be godd+mned if i talk to a hater
if it ain’t ’bout the money, i’ll talk to you later
i’m stackin’ that sh+t up to ball like the lakers
i’m patiently waitin’, i’ma drop, better wake up
these n+ggas ain’t real and most of ’em b+tches
they cover theyself with the makeup
you know i’m on gang, play tough
i’m duckin’ that b+tch, i don’t lay up
i get racks in my sleep, i’ma stay up
you want you a feature or come rock a show
then p+ssy n+ggas gotta pay us
i get you k!lled from ’round that spot and n+gga, i don’t stay there
i have my boy spin on your block and he gon’ try to lay there
f+ckin’ that b+tch, make her say, “ayy, yeah”
i’m gettin’ the paper, i ain’t on payroll
the boy is a b+tch, just know he gon’ fold
he’ll be in the streets, he don’t know the code
f+ckin’ with me, you gon’ die on the low
go get that bag and sell your soul
n+ggas b+tches, yeah, i know
i’ma just keep on goin’ off (05)
[chorus]
i think i’ma die off the pills
how you know he gon’ die in the field?
they just tell me, “lil noodah, get on it”
they ain’t know i was ’bout this sh+t (section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
they think i ain’t got no heart
they don’t know i be cryin’ and sh+t
i’m up and i’m chasin’ that paper
i’ll be d+mned if i cry ’bout a b+tch
i’m uppin’, i’m takin’ these meds
i think this sh+t f+ck with my head
i heard he got hit in the chest
i don’t think he can take no more sh+lls
if it’s up, then we takin’ it there
they breakin’ rules in the game, i don’t even think they listen to the ref
lord, give them n+ggas help

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