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stomper - american me lyrics

[verse 1]
at night i can’t sleep i toss and turn
stay up late and just wait for these cowards i burn
got me staring out the window with my ak on my lap
wanna put me on my back but i ain’t going out like that
ducking b+lls just keep getting bigger
these tricks on the run with my finger on the trigger
they locked up chino and grumps, and that ain’t even right
i sit back and shoot my homeboys a kite, a couple of dubs to show the homies we really care
say a prayer for the homies who ain’t here
i’m hearing voices in my head of my dead friends
they want revenge, thesе street wars never end
causе every time my gun blows, i let ‘em know they catch the chrome to the f+cking dome
f+cking tricks be watching me at night
if there’s a snitch in the hood then i’m taking his life
these f+cking juras think they’re deep undercover
i see them narcos in the back burning rubber
this black barreta that i hold makes levas fold
see these m+th+f+ckas on their toes
undercovers watching every f+cking corner
but i’m still moving weight back and forth across the border

[american me dialogue]
day in day out, the same f+cking thing
you know why i was in their holmes?
dead time, wasting my f+cking life away ese
[verse 2]
big grumps in the pen, doing time behind bars
that’s the life of a g, tattoos and big scars
but late at night, something ain’t right
time to shoot a kite, keep this f+cking ship tight
cause they don’t play games up in the cell blocks
and the punk c.o.’s bust no warning shots
f+cking tricks just live up in them towers
24 hours lockdown up in hi power
sh+t ain’t no love for them busters
we southsiding, we ride on these m+th+f+ckas
the south side is the sh+t
and if you ain’t sureño then you can all rest in p+ss
the one+three is all we know
got soldier ink on the dome for the m+th+f+cking varrio
some might say they wanna k!ll me but they can’t g
i’m from the 76 peewees
i stick you in the neck when my cell close
take your f+cking life and send you off with them tag toes
cause i ain’t taking sh+t from these f+cking tricks
new pick + cyclones, it’s the big soldier ink b+tch

[american me dialogue]
so i can look in the f+cking mirror ese
you’re bad ese, you’re bad
sh+t holmes
best tattoos in east l.a. now i can’t draw sh+t
[verse 3]
day by day i’m seeing m+th+f+ckas get smoked
i love to bang but it makes it hard to slang dope
i got my competition paranoid and nervous
another murder, another funeral service
gots me praying for forgiveness
cause once you’re in the game there ain’t no exit out the business
i know the feds be looking at me but when i go out i’m going out blasting
packing extra clips when i ride
having fatal thoughts of homicide
wanna go out with a bang and get it over with
and then worry free but that’s bullsh+t
it’s time to put it down on these b+st+rds
cause big stomps is gonna go out like a gangsta
and all my crimeys that were down with me
that turn b+tch, you snitches try to rat on me
now i got these tricks on my d+ck
somebody snitch but i don’t know who the f+ck it is
that’s the type of sh+t that makes you wonder
who can you trust now i gotta k!ll these m+th+f+ckers
i do my dirt up on my lonely
i thought i had friends but i ain’t got no f+cking homies

[american me dialogue]
yeah i’m lucky huh
i can still do something
[verse 4]
i let em fly, homicide on the weekends
hi power + soldier ink we be creepin’
straight mobbin [?] for sacks
i’m laying vatos out flat when i’m on the f+cking jack
and i never let a vato see my face
f+ck a rat, i ain’t trying to catch a f+cking case
i’m a have to take em out no doubt
cause when i ride, i’m taking all these m+th+f+ckas out
i’m on a mission trying to have major figures
so if you makes the wrong move, i’m a pull the trigger
dream about 6 or 7 deep
but when i’m on the creep i’m laying all these b+tches down to sleep
now they laying white sheets on em
that’s what they get when the big stomper creeps on em
the more i blast the more blood spills
caps get pealed, foos get k!lled when i pull my steel
came to serve these fiends what they need
fat rocks, sticky green and the methaphetamine
and it gets dark as death on the streets
my pockets full of money as i ride through the southeast
ha ha it’s kinda funny to me
these f+cking tricks keep giving all their f+cking money to me

[american me dialogue]
you know what, i don’t need to be bad anymore
haha, what you laughing at punk?
wipe off that f+cking smile off your face assh0l+

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