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trurebel migs - 56 bandz (56 nights jux) lyrics

[intro]

sh-t n-gg-s already know it’s jux season
jux season

tru!

[verse]

i need 56 bands baby
up like 28 bands baby
mama 56 stressed crazy
mama 56 stressed brazy
august 22nd 1990
came out 5 pounds
they had to incubate him
heating up
i’m just a crack baby
food stamps and the section 80
fam divided but the pain made me
uncle let up out the can baby
seen his brother
he got whacked crazy
demons all up on his back baby
pipe dreaming smoking crack crazy
nightmares is where we at baby
outside just like a bad baby
catching 22s for your phrases
with the clan
it’s like i’m wu-tangin
in la my n-gg-s shoe stringing
in the city
we be bead popping
59 50 grey bottoms
pati wagon
getting packed riding
raiding 90
and the back blocks
plug got shot
i need a pack ak
see my tattoo when the haze drop
back from dykman
got some new fire
hydra-shocking got the burner c-cked
hard knocking
i done learned a lot
mother found my stash
and seen my bullets
and my work and kicked me out the crib
i’m sleeping in my whip
no rent i feed the meter now
legs cramping
back seater now
planet fitness for the showers
you could smell the sour
still was dripping prada
pattened leather
dappered
12 come back around
and pat down
ain’t staying stagnant
move around
went from ounces to some pounds
in the field i’m touching down
in the cyph i blow it down
politicking in the pow wow
put some chicken in the pile now
with my rebels on a prowl now
cuz
i need 56 bands baby
up like 28 bands baby
mama 56 stressed crazy
mama 56 stressed brazy
august 22nd 1990
came out 5 pounds
they had to incubate him
heating up
i’m just a crack baby
food stamps and the section 80

c-ssius on the ropes
kobe in post
cash is off the books
they booked my brother with my burner
burn the blunt and beat the body of a snitch n-gg-
keep it pushing bust another flip n-gg-
bullets wizzing
drizzle on my block
turned to rain
the draining
of the crops
done turned drought
and got me searching for some fire
hit my plug like i need 5
f-ck the money i need god
for the money i could rob
popping non chalant
the mob done tied me to my crimeys
when i need it know that i’m hitting the block
was 16 and i sat in the drop
palm full of hunnits
the trap couch the cot
coming from nothing
i need it a lot
56 bands boy i need it a lot
ship that put the weed in the box
ship that put the weed in the box
whip clean got no key in the drop
whip clean got no key in the drop

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