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slimm calhoun - well (feat. killer mike) lyrics

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f/ killer mike

[ slimm calhoun ]

y’all playin with this game

and it’s a d-mn shame

yeah

[ slimm calhoun ]

this game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it

if your heart ain’t in it, caught up in this world spinnin

before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished

n-gg-z is all washed up without a swallow in they cup

cause everytime a chicken cluck, you trickin a buck

you pressed your luck and got stuck, f-ckin up the re-up

that’s the ones with big talk and no game

spendin chips but no change

all the dope and no caine

war stories but no pain

the same ones that pop lip then flag ship

then gotta hip skip before real n-gg-z pop clips

you better hop hip

[ chorus ]

(well, well, well, well

well, well, well, well)

[ km ] n-gg-z slum and slimmed out

[ sc ] chevy’s is primed out

[ km ] hit traps and grind out

[ sc ] what’s poppin, let’s find out

(well, well, well, well

well, well, well, well)

[ km ] college park

[ sc ] to adamsville

[ km ] calhoun

[ sc ] and killa kill

[ km ] got ‘dro and plenty pills

[ sc ] cuttin blows, hoes and dip

(well, well, well, well

well, well, well, well)

[ killer mike ]

in god i trust and in the crowds i bust

smokin weed to calm down, i’m so blown off dust

it’s harder to feel pain when my brains is mush

i know it’s f-cked up how fathers turn they back on us

and our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up

slime–ss po-po right in the back of us

connected m-th-f-ckas got better crack than us

but rich m-th-f-ckas ain’t gon’ mash like us

hear sirens coming and continue to bust

[ slimm calhoun ]

l-stful ways, livin in these mistrustful days

who said crime don’t pay, n-gg-z out here c-ckin k’s

don’t drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste

one pine box, one case, i’ll block yo place

[ killer mike ]

i beat n-gg-z senseless for jordans and sixty dollars

pinned hoes’ toes to the earlobes and collars

in the back of a impala, all to deliver pain

twist her frame and hear her holler

so savage that it’s gettin harder

for me to see redemption in tomorrow

so far from god that i’m finding righteous paths hard to follow

i’m gulping vodka, i’m killin sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle

so depressed and sick and

slimm young and gifted

i’m just sick and twisted

[ chorus ]

[ slimm calhoun ]

corner-clockin, in the backroom work-choppin

from biscayne to boat rockin, one-stop shoppin

guarded by glock and cash, ain’t no stoppin

they party pill-droppin till all the drawers droppin

‘dro-ed up, my n-gg-z stay poured up, sho nuff

hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up?

we got that heat, so you better drop that beef

before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap

stay at the gun show in a range c-ckin new thangs

like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang

come on!

[ chorus ]



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