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uncle murda – russian roulette lyrics

[verse]
most of da n+ggas i got beef wit, i used to be cool wit
word to my kids, i shot n+ggas i went to school wit (dam!)
sold crack to people that i used to look up to
robbed n+ggas i just finished saying “what up?” to
we had food stamps, no silver spoon
hard knock life
selling product in my environment, i got hard white (i got it!)
screaming “free my n+ggas!” dat i know never coming home
i strapped, risking my freedom n+gga can’t leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)
never got it on safety, too many n+ggas hate me
got interrogated for hours, police couldn’t break me (they couldn’t!)
commissary for all my n+ggas dats in da can
it’s da cemetery for all dem n+ggas dat took da stand (bang!)
i be schooling n+gga’s but dey be playing hookie
lil n+gga! ya big homie+big homie is p+ssy! (he soft!)
n+ggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers
n+ggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers
now you making statement bout n+gga’s ya mans shot
you ratting on n+ggas dat you was wit in the sand+box (godd+mn!)
crime don’t pay when you do it wit suckas
i do sh+t by myself or wit n+ggas dat’s like my brova’s
loyalty is rare when you dealing wit street n+ggas
i f+ck wit who i f+ck wit, i un’be tryna meet n+ggas (nah!)
no dapping n+ggas, it’s ah head+nod when i greet n+ggas
i’m ‘social distancing’, play me six+feet n+ggas! (woo!)
feds got “all eyez on me” like biggie opp
if ah body drop in my hood dey think i got da n+gga shot
it wasn’t me, but my n+gga did get the n+gga hit
police tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip
the first head+shot k!lled him, his eyes rolled in his head
the other three was just to make sure that the n+gga dead
real talk, who talking like dis?
don’t talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss
i been shot at wit better guns, f+ck you was shooting n+gga!?
ya sh+t was going ‘pow+pow’, it wasn’t ‘booming’ n+gga! (it wasn’t booming!)
dey un’make n+ggas like me no more, my n+gga
i’m 50+get rich or die tryin’, ‘reasonable doubt’ jigga
[outro]
dats how you catch ah body, oh i just caught ah body!
n+ggas know my body, these n+gga’s no+body!
dats how you catch ah body, oh i just caught ah body!
these n+ggas know my body, these n+gga’s no+body!

- uncle murda lyrics

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