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rooga - for duck lyrics

duck:
and, and i know what i’m on
my boys on & we gon’ come
cuz i know they not gon’ play without me
they gon’ k!ll sh+t, know what i’m saying?
and once we come… it’s on

rooga:
new glock’s and xd’s
we ain’t shooting til’ we test these
and we ain’t stopping til’ we catch 3
hit his crib and tell him catch me
they like: they ain’t playing fair
yeah, this sh+t that deep, look
the other day i almost clapped a n+gga
whole time, this just a fan
he’s trying to snap a picture
that get back gone be so real
we gotta wrap a n+gga
we just riding, lurking
tryna catch a rapper+n+gga
and if we ever said it’s up n+gga
then it’s stuck n+gga
i’m the type to comе through
dressed up like a cluck n+gga
now you boxеd up in that corner
and you f+cked n+gga
and the last words that you heard
was “this for duck n+gga”
and all that fake sh+t
don’t come around with it
cause usually that snake sh+t
come around with it
and usually the ones that fold
say they down with it
you hanging with that n+gga
he told, you must be down with it
and i ain’ t gotta get close to you
n+gga, i can get you touched from an ocean view
i just make a call and they do what they ‘posed to do
ain’t no capping boa, them scr+ppers they stand over you
like dooski say “i got a bond with my shooters.”
and if they catch a case then
we just bond out the shooter
we might hit yo crib like
we running with the looters
you can try to run, but
ain’t no running from this ruger
i catch the k!ller he getting buried alive
no, buried in five
when my n+ggas want you
where you gone hide
better ride with that fire
and if we can’t find you we gone
get somebody that mean a lot to you
so, you can keep on hiding and we
gon’ end up taking a lot from you
and ain’t no question
i don’t want to talk
ain’t no drive+by shootings
today, i want to walk
we been at his crib some hours
today, i want to stalk
and we ain’t leaving from his crib
until this n+gga caught
he coming out, i saw him in hd
ran up on him with the pipe
like, n+gga take these
n+gga stumbling & running
he can’t shake these
then all you seen was a flash
told him say cheese, n+gga
look, got a lot of sh+t on my mind
i just keep inside
because if i let it out
you might just see them demons fly
it’s f+cked up when you lose
your n+gga and see him die
that hit a part in your soul
where you can’t even cry
i then witnessed n+ggas change
right in front of me
and i then witnessed n+ggas get changed
right in front of me
mama always ask me
“son, what you wanna be?”
but it ain’t what i wanna be
ma, it’s what i’m gonna be
i always been the humble type
but never been the mumble type
was raised around them young
wild n+ggas in that jungle life
you wouldn’t last a day
you don’t wanna see what that jungle like
them youngins riding around with a pipe
them youngings they’ll take your life
most of my n+ggas gang bang
or locked up in a cell
sometimes, i ask the man upstairs:
“is we living in h+ll?”
them shorties run up on your porch
like they deliver mail
them shorties run up with that torch
and just deliver sh+lls
see, i grew up in a city full of hatred
where they see you got a way out
but don’t wanna see you make it
they don’t wanna see you take it
they don’t wanna see you chase it
they gone smile like its love, but
deep down inside they hate it
see, i came along way
from depression & aggression
from welfare to section 8
i thank god, ’cause it’s a blessing
brothers in and out of jails
lord knows, my mama stressing
thinking about the life i live
like, will i make it to see heaven?
will i make it to see 27?
i’ll be d+mned, i be under a (?)
i’ll be d+mned i let a n+gga get up on me
he gone catch six from the seven
i then seen n+ggas hang
with n+ggas who then told
so i don’t f+ck with them
you f+ck with him
you’ve done told
i can vouch these n+ggas b+tches, on bro ‘nem
and i can merch that on them n+ggas, on folk ‘nem
if that was me: won’t be no witness, nah
if that was me: won’t be no sentence, look

so, run up on me wrong & you
better have your sh+t together
because them k!llers i f+ck with
they be with whatever
my n+ggas hopping out with them desert’s
we ain’t come to send a blessing
boa, we came to send a message!

look moral of the story
keep a weapon if he trying to learn
he get burned because i teach a lesson
hollows open up like presents
when i shoot that smith and wesson
for some sh+t he did in the past
now he ain’t present, n+gga!

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