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southside playaz - live to hell lyrics

[talking:]
worldwide can feel us, f-cking squealers
southside drug dealers, n-gg-z know us
southside playaz, sit down at the table 2000
any n-gg- sitting down huh, getting checks
all the details, acting like some f-cking females
b-tch go count a n-gg- money, simp -ss n-gg-

[godfather:]
you rapping gift of gabbing, got the f.b.i. plotting
got h-town hot, like the banging in watts
trying to take me from my kids, you hot in a cot
got prices on your head, your life about to get bought
24 hours, is definite you get shot
my homegirl f-cked you, that’s just the point of the plot
me and pablo, doing devilish sh-t like diablo
tyte eyez out the gate, i got legitimate weight
mike d called me up, said some n-gg- was squealing
giving fed’s photography, n-gg- street biographies
told clay-doe, was flying birds through luado
they said 3-2, was connected with some people
this n-gg- see through, rope him up smoke him up
catch him coming home from the club drunk, and murdered the punk
throw him in the trunk, all about that snitching sh-t
who we copping from, who we in the kitchen with

[hook: x2]
you might not live to tell, (oh well)
these n-gg-z scared of jail, (like h-ll)
telling everything they know, (like hoes)
you think it’s all gravy, (well b-tch you gotta go)

[mr. 3-2:]
n-gg- own up to your case, and take your f-cking charge
don’t be a coward motherf-cker, when them laws snap the corde
he found barred that’s infinity, you better open your mouth
don’t be scared till the b-tch die, to hit that jail house
in the south it done got hot, federal agents don’t love us
my boys is selling they soul, running they d-ck suckers
like kilo and little man, the game done went deeper
hope they know that it’s over with, if they ever hit the streets
some sh-t you keep to yourself, and take it to the grave
you bit your tongue put to your throat, for information that you gave
i can’t save no snitch, and give em no kinda h-ssle
let them words that you told, n-gg- be your last

[hook x2]

[clay-doe:]
i knew this candy and a hook up, ain’t good with sorese
had his peeky at the street, off bout a hundred a week
at least boss balling, motherf-cker was paid
use to take me to his crib, man b-tch was laid
then here come the raid, next to interrogation
on fo’ hundred a gram, don’t even care bout probation
now n-gg- i ain’t crazy, i ain’t no god d-mn fool
if you told me that sh-t, i woulda shot you too
i immediately knew, what i had to do
took him up to his crib, had a bag by his pool
told that n-gg- i had a surprise, and then i showed him
looked that n-gg- in his eyes, and then i told him

[hook x2]

[mike d:]
i know this n-gg- from the hood, use to juggle them goods
a stand up cat, did his dirt in the woods
took him from a fifty packer, to a kilo stacker
block bleeder fa sho, full time columbian jacker
took hood money to good money, put me in the studio
wish i woulda knew then, how this dirty game go
n-gg- you think don’t fold, go out like hoes
pressure bust the pipe, this n-gg- sold his soul
tied the whole click in, during interrogation
turned a three brick hit, to a 21 vacation
knowing you hit the streets, your ghetto p-ss is void
put fifty in that

- southside playaz lyrics

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