We Don't Stop-Young Bleed

歌手 : Young Bleed

专辑 : All I Have In The World, Are...My Balls And My Word

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:21

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TXT We Don't Stop-Young Bleed 文本歌词

We Don't Stop - Young Bleed

(feat. Maxminelli)

Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this b**ch

Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper ni**a, you

Lucky Nuckles, that ni**a Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me

Maxminelli I'm foldin paper ni**a, an Boo, an we layin low

Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me?

I'm tellin you, by the time that ni**a OG come out of Paris

We gonna have somethin real swole to fold

My ni**a down in Bam foldin paper, my ni**a Poola

My ni**a Big Poola Mic

An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherf**kin count say!

The mutha f**kin count don't stop, an they don't quit

Sh*t a ni**a can't f**k wit, you can't f**k wit

You only live once that's how its cut,

So where the w**d Young Bleed lets get tore up!

The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin,

You gotta know a ni**a yearnin,

Niggaz stole from the stop an go,

An seperate my w**d from the seeds,

An roll an optimo,

An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy,

An every ni**a I know, livin it up like a cowboy,

Shootin up some sh*t, for the f**k of it an I'm lovin it,

I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin,

While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five,

All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside,

Got yo mouth wide,

Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin ni**a

Or hurt somethin ni**a,

Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough,

Quick on the draw like the last outlaw,

Killin 'em softly,

Hollerin dawg get off me,

Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip,

An got the nerve to get flipped wit a ni**a,

But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit,

She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it,

Ya heard me fool,

Only cool dawg puttin it down,

Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggaz say.

I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind,

Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time,

An eye for an eye,

Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win,

Steady ballin, but fallin,

Slowly but surely livin non-holy

Down an dirty by my stress, but that's

The way it is when you livin nappy like that,

Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack,

Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid,

Tattoo an scar playin the cards you dealt,

Ain't nothin left, but to go forself,

Life in the ghetto,

Ask no questions tell no lies, livin uncivilized,

Until you realize, you stuck still paralyzied,

Full of that w**d, an a shadow of doubt

Wit out, cloudy can't tryin to figure who it tell on,

The pistol packin Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe,

Tryin to maintain, the ways of the game,

Plain an simple, pop a pimple on the face of the earth,

An keep bailin, ain't no tellin who the next to be a felon,

Ni**a look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat an tears of fear,

They got me in here, tryin to steer clear,

Hollin bout.

Criminal minded, you've been blinded,

Lookin for a way to get out, but can't find it,

Stop tryin, daily,

But it's like you'd rather play me,

Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my brush,

Got me stressin wit a Smith an Wesson,

Never good for rushin in police protect me, ugh,

So what's a young ni**a to do, at age 22

It's you against me, an me against you,

To be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone,

Searchin for the twilight, we learned to fly by night,

Gettin high as a kite, takin a bite, outta crime,

Design, the shadow man came an losin all state of mind,

An blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, an powder,

Money an power every hour, on the hour,

A coward dies a thousand deaths,

But a soldier dies once,

Incarcerated, menatatin like a monk,

Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street,

Man doubtin the world wit funk beats,

Holdin my heat,

Smokin on a blunt, waitin for the first of the month, ta watch the

Jackers get clunked in this mutha f**ka.

We don't stop, an we don't quit,

Sh*t a ni**a can't f**k wit, you can't f**k wit,