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time could be next - boosie badazz & webbie lyrics lyrics

[verse 1: webbie]
my n++++ was 17 workin with a 9 piece
then my n++++ got in beef & got hit with a 9 heat
i live where convicted felons commitin’ felonies
& they all beef, willin to do something to eat
& i ain’t watch the news in a month & 2 weeks
cause i don’t wanna see another familiar face on tv
& this for all n++++s who we done lost to the streets
& this for all n++++s who can’t get out of the streets
please god forgive us it ain’t our fault
why f+ck with that job when we can ball with that soft
& reach out your hand to my dawg cause he knows
when they took his brother they took the love up out his heart
this sh+t i’ve been dreaming done got me scared of the dark
i’m visioning demons bussin my head in the dark
man sh+t it’s even walking with my mom in the park
so walking with these timers about the drama no remorse n++++

[chorus]
seeing my people put to rest got a n+++ mind stressed
with that iron & the vest knowing my time could be next

[verse 2]
now i look out my window like pac
i see death around the corner so imma switch locations f+ck waiting till they run up on me
now i can’t let n0body blooze me
how the f+ck my people gone feel if they loose me
to uzis
solo with tinted windows four fours & low seats
i’m down to just 3 b+tches cause the more hoes the more beef
loaded with no sleep, bows with no crease
in my rear view mirror antic+p+ting to creep
buck & duck in them seats
so i gotta be round
you’re supposed to be my n++++ but i know how it go down
my old lady is steady bullsh+tting, tellin me to stop
but i’ll leave your ass before i leave this f+ckin block
know i’m living in sin so i caught some twin glocks
4 seconds both hands beater let out 10 shots n++++
full of that sh+t knowing my time could be next ya hear me?
[chorus]

[verse 3: boosie]
they left my n++++ woe stankin in this lexus now i’m thinkin
got me hollerin f+ck that syrup nothing but hard liquor drankn
next week they left his brother head shots undercover
real n++++ bout that trouble to a bad motherf+cker
you live by the gun you gon die by it
real n++++ do walk up’s hoe n+++++s they do drive bys
i saw a n++++ put to rest 2 shots in his chest
actin like they tryna save him but they diggin in his
guess who next is what i’m asking when i pray
happy jackin in broad day & ripped his body with the k
in baton rouge on the news everybody gettin blues
they don’t ever show they face but you know em by they shoes
& everyday i see my mama i be thinkin bout the tears
she gon shed for years if her son get k!lled
this one here for the soldiers who dead like
[?] with that boy i brought to bushwick & that boy red t
i think this trap sh+t gon be over too
ain’t no surviving when a n++++ standin over you like soldiers do
so listen clear & watch them n++++s who be close to you
your main man could get that thang & f+ck over you
so no question lil boosie need a blessing
i don’t wanna lose my life to smith & wesson
thats why i’m stressin

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