zeds dead - back home lyrics
[intro]
pack came in, dope showed up
word gettin’ out, phone blowin’ up
loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
count f-cked up, house blown up
count f-cked up, house blown up
f-ckin with me and my n-gg-s we fed up, yeah
n-gg- f-ckin’ with me it’s a man down
[hook]
lord i promise i been tryin’ to change my ways
seems like the money and the b-tches in my way
i lost my mind so for my enemies i pray
i look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays)
get that yay, whip that yay
[bridge 1]
f-ckin’ with me and my n-gg-s, we fed up
f-ckin’ with me and my n-gg-s it’s man down
so much dope in the trunk but when i hit the city i ran out
so much dope in the trunk but when i hit the city i ran out
[verse 1]
got a cocaine wrist
never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b-tch
pocket full of bands, they my motherf-ckin’ friends till the end cause these n-gg-s and these hoes ain’t sh-t
say good lord
got a cocaine wrist
never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b-tch
pocket full of bands, they my motherf-ckin’ friends till the end cause these n-gg-s and these hoes ain’t sh-t
say good lord
[hook]
lord i promise i been tryin’ to change my ways
seems like the money and the b-tches in my way
i lost my mind so for my enemies i pray
i look the police in their face, say crime pays
[bridge 2]
say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me
i got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
you don’t want to go to war with me, to war with me
i got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
[verse 2]
b-tch i’m smokin’ on that schwarzenegger, that terminator
i put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin’ yayo
my amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
got big nuts, i say f-ck the world i might, impregnate her
i’m a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator
don’t get popped with the flex and finesse
don’t try my paper
i spray n-gg-s, straight till they can bless up
black activator
my amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
drivin’ up lets get this paper, get this paper
[bridge 3]
f-ckin’ with me and my n-gg-s, we fed up
f-ckin’ with me and my n-gg-s it’s man down
b-tch i’m back on that dope, boy i’m codeine and molly and xan’d out
i relapse on that dope, boy i’m codeine and molly and xan’d out
[verse 3]
with a cocaine wrist
never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b-tch
pocket full of bands, they my motherf-ckin’ friends till the end cause these n-gg-s and these hoes ain’t sh-t
say good lord
got a cocaine wrist
never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b-tch
pocket full of bands, they my motherf-ckin’ friends till the end cause these n-gg-s and these hoes ain’t sh-t
say good lord
[hook]
lord i promise i been tryin’ to change my ways
seems like the money and the b-tches in my way
i lost my mind so for my enemies i pray
i look the police in their face, say crime pays
[bridge 2]
say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me
i got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
you don’t want to go to war with me
i got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
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