skilla baby - tiger unit lyrics
[intro]
huh?
(huh?)
naw for real, though (naw for real)
i heard n+ggas dyin’ on the westside, they sayin’ it was me
ayy, hmm
[chorus]
n+ggas dyin’ on the westside, they sayin’ it was me
man, leave that sh+t in the streets, keep it g
when he die, you can claim the body, just don’t come to me
gave my n+gga a few racks, but he’ll do that sh+t for free
’cause i’ll do that sh+t for him, ’cause he’ll do that sh+t for me
i’m a beast
we controlled sh+t on the westside and the east
you’s a b+tch boy, quit doin’ all that woofin’, you a sheep
it’s way deeper than six feet, this sh+t get deep, i’m losin’ sleep
n+ggas dyin’, but n+ggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
how thе f+ck i’m gon’ tell brodie stop? you know reapеrs gon’ reap
how i’m gon’ tell him stop bustin’ his gun? that’s how he eat
i love my brother like he me, i treat him like he me
him and me gon’ do it b+i+g until we d+i+e
[verse]
my n+gga’ll k!ll my opps for free just because it’s me
you know me, i feed the streets
when i see him, put him on a tee, then go beat a beat
you won’t catch no lame b+tches with me, she gotta be a freak
huh, ayy
n+ggas dyin’ on the westside, they sayin’ it was me
you ever wanted n+ggas dead so bad, you ain’t want it for free?
man, you wanna pay your cheese, you tired of hearin’ n+ggas breathe, huh?
man, the internet make n+ggas think they tough
every time i hear about a n+gga dyin’, i get a rush
i love goin’ on them drills, i love hearin’ my gun bust
fah+fah+fah, them n+ggas goin’, “ahh,” that sh+t tough, huh?
they gave me a million dollars, i’m still doin’ hoodrat sh+t
don’t ask me about no shows, i don’t even book my sh+t
i done been shot, seen n+ggas get dropped, that’s why i look like this
brodie called, he say he seen an opp, i’m like, “cook that b+tch”
hmm, ayy
n+ggas dyin’ on the westside, they sayin’ it was me
i probably done came out like two hundred, this murder sh+t ain’t free
a n+gga might as well off hisself, he think he murkin’ me
n+ggas playin’ with me on the ‘gram, they think they hurtin’ me
make a n+gga burn the westside down while i’m k!llin’ on the east
i heard an opp just got shot, the bloods’ll call him bp
i wonder why these n+ggas’ friends always bug+eye when they see me?
i heard it’s cheese on his head, why he ain’t dead yet?
shootin’ dice, i gamble my life, i’m with redman
stop shootin’ them n+ggas in they legs, we want head taps
oh, they bein’ rappers? they go out of town where they friends at
[chorus]
n+ggas dyin’ on the westside, they sayin’ it was me
man, leave that sh+t in the streets, keep it g
when he die, you can claim the body, just don’t come to me
gave my n+gga a few racks, but he’ll do that sh+t for free
’cause i’ll do that sh+t for him, ’cause he’ll do that sh+t for me
i’m a beast
we controlled sh+t on the westside and the east
you’s a b+tch boy, quit doin’ all that woofin’, you a sheep
it’s way deeper than six feet, this sh+t get deep, i’m losin’ sleep
n+ggas dyin’, but n+ggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
how the f+ck i’m gon’ tell brodie stop? you know reapers gon’ reap
how i’m gon’ tell him stop bustin’ his gun? that’s how he eat
i love my brother like he me, i treat him like he me
him and me gon’ do it b+i+g until we d+i+e
Random Lyrics
- chasing south - s.a.f.e. lyrics
- gary lewis & the playboys - judy in disguise (with glasses) lyrics
- ellaharp - sparks lyrics
- esham - let it snow lyrics
- dollie rot - survivor's guilt lyrics
- nico valdi - cerrá bien (remix)* lyrics
- noah hicks - back home buds lyrics
- m.i.a. - energy freq lyrics
- massive töne - mach mal lauter lyrics
- eski - kam blam lyrics