Cowboys (feat. Outsidaz)
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(Bust) yeah, this is the Fugees (ah, yeah)
Outsidaz in here (this happens on the block every day)
So, you wanna be a cowboy?
Everybody, get your guns and meet me in the back right now
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
Zen, zen-zen-zen, zen-zen-zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet went
Desperado, new word for rudeboy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef, Pace Won, yo, this was how the West was won
Our motto, a true desperado
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James call-up card
And get they bones fractured
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off the building like The Fall Guy
Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave (huh)
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
Who's the desperado sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey?
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher (gimme that)
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming
Dynamite, dynamite, 'Clef I got the cash
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
We make moves in stage coaches, Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches, we like noches buenos
Then I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers perpetrating guns with two fingers
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours (yeah)
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggas in the barrio
From North to Ontario, tame us when we in stereo
'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent you're no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
'Cause props is up (Rah Digga)
Digga's through the roof, burnin' niggas like I'm 90 proof
And for all y'all head beaters, the lead eaters
The cheaters, soon to be retreaters
While mamacitas carry real heaters
I rock the doobie and L rocks the Nubian twists
Nine-six, motherfuckers gettin' dissed
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (yeah)
When the Outs hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP (mad niggas)
Comin' up on weed of all types
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (c'mon)
You've got to know when to hold 'em (uh-huh)
Know when to fold 'em
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, ahh, ahh-chi-ka
Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ma-ku-sa
Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain (yeah)
Smokin' pure from the health food store
While my whore slap cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with Outs, it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off the fu-gee-la
When the east is in the house like I'm Blahzay Blah'
When pandemonium strikes and midnight hits
Full moon splits soft niggas and the lunatics on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head says you dead by maΓ±ana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body drop behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge, never 'til we yawnin'
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (cowboys)
Yo, man, it seem like we tryna get everybody, but they gettin' us
You know what I'm sayin'? (They got my nigga, man) but, you know (they shot my nigga)
No need to cry 'cause everything gon' be alright, man (you know who I am?)
It's gon' be alright, you know? You know, it's just ill, yo (they shoot my nigga, man)
Last night, you know, all I seen was bullets and feet runnin' and backs, you know
And when the smoke cleared it was a little joker on the ground, man
No, had to be no younger than 13, 14 years old (gonna kill somebody now)
Blood pourin' from his head, his mother on her (gonna kill 'em, watch, watch)
Mother on her knees cryin', you know cryin' her head off
Tomorrow's headline is gonna be "The Death of Another Nigga"
You know what I'm sayin'? "The Death of Another Nigga", you know?
That's how it always is
We cryin' for a afterlife while they just steal this one
Outsidaz in here (this happens on the block every day)
So, you wanna be a cowboy?
Everybody, get your guns and meet me in the back right now
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
Zen, zen-zen-zen, zen-zen-zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet went
Desperado, new word for rudeboy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef, Pace Won, yo, this was how the West was won
Our motto, a true desperado
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James call-up card
And get they bones fractured
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off the building like The Fall Guy
Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave (huh)
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
Who's the desperado sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey?
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher (gimme that)
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming
Dynamite, dynamite, 'Clef I got the cash
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
We make moves in stage coaches, Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches, we like noches buenos
Then I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers perpetrating guns with two fingers
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours (yeah)
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggas in the barrio
From North to Ontario, tame us when we in stereo
'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent you're no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
'Cause props is up (Rah Digga)
Digga's through the roof, burnin' niggas like I'm 90 proof
And for all y'all head beaters, the lead eaters
The cheaters, soon to be retreaters
While mamacitas carry real heaters
I rock the doobie and L rocks the Nubian twists
Nine-six, motherfuckers gettin' dissed
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (yeah)
When the Outs hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP (mad niggas)
Comin' up on weed of all types
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (c'mon)
You've got to know when to hold 'em (uh-huh)
Know when to fold 'em
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, ahh, ahh-chi-ka
Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ma-ku-sa
Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain (yeah)
Smokin' pure from the health food store
While my whore slap cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with Outs, it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off the fu-gee-la
When the east is in the house like I'm Blahzay Blah'
When pandemonium strikes and midnight hits
Full moon splits soft niggas and the lunatics on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head says you dead by maΓ±ana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body drop behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge, never 'til we yawnin'
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (cowboys)
Yo, man, it seem like we tryna get everybody, but they gettin' us
You know what I'm sayin'? (They got my nigga, man) but, you know (they shot my nigga)
No need to cry 'cause everything gon' be alright, man (you know who I am?)
It's gon' be alright, you know? You know, it's just ill, yo (they shoot my nigga, man)
Last night, you know, all I seen was bullets and feet runnin' and backs, you know
And when the smoke cleared it was a little joker on the ground, man
No, had to be no younger than 13, 14 years old (gonna kill somebody now)
Blood pourin' from his head, his mother on her (gonna kill 'em, watch, watch)
Mother on her knees cryin', you know cryin' her head off
Tomorrow's headline is gonna be "The Death of Another Nigga"
You know what I'm sayin'? "The Death of Another Nigga", you know?
That's how it always is
We cryin' for a afterlife while they just steal this one
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.88] (Bust) yeah, this is the Fugees (ah, yeah)
[00:02.24] Outsidaz in here (this happens on the block every day)
[00:04.60] So, you wanna be a cowboy?
[00:07.24] Everybody, get your guns and meet me in the back right now
[00:10.70] Oh-lay-hee
[00:12.63] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
[00:16.04] Oh-lay-hee
[00:17.75] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
[00:21.25] Zen, zen-zen-zen, zen-zen-zen
[00:24.22] You shot your bullet, but the bullet went
[00:26.36] Desperado, new word for rudeboy
[00:29.59] I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[00:31.96] Wyclef, Pace Won, yo, this was how the West was won
[00:35.60] Our motto, a true desperado
[00:37.77] Rappers want to be actors
[00:39.26] So they play the Jesse James call-up card
[00:41.49] And get they bones fractured
[00:42.75] You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
[00:45.13] Inside tough guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[00:48.12] Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
[00:50.88] Thrown off the building like The Fall Guy
[00:53.58] Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave (huh)
[00:56.24] Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
[00:58.96] Who's the desperado sellin' bottles in the alley
[01:01.15] On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey?
[01:04.64] With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
[01:06.91] Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[01:09.26] The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
[01:12.11] Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher (gimme that)
[01:15.37] If you see him coming, you better start running
[01:17.43] Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming
[01:20.39] Dynamite, dynamite, 'Clef I got the cash
[01:23.32] Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights
[01:25.44] Oh-lay-hee
[01:27.32] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
[01:30.72] Oh-lay-hee
[01:32.46] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
[01:35.16] We make moves in stage coaches, Rah Digga likes the roaches
[01:38.45] If anyone approaches, we like noches buenos
[01:41.61] Then I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
[01:44.17] R&B singers perpetrating guns with two fingers
[01:46.72] My style is perhaps one of the foulest
[01:49.50] I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
[01:52.14] (Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
[01:54.62] The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours (yeah)
[01:56.88] Bust this scenario, can't no other niggas in the barrio
[01:59.90] From North to Ontario, tame us when we in stereo
[02:03.40] 'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
[02:05.31] It's apparent you're no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle
[02:08.33] Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
[02:10.72] Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
[02:14.20] 'Cause props is up (Rah Digga)
[02:15.60] Digga's through the roof, burnin' niggas like I'm 90 proof
[02:17.96] And for all y'all head beaters, the lead eaters
[02:20.36] The cheaters, soon to be retreaters
[02:22.05] While mamacitas carry real heaters
[02:24.22] I rock the doobie and L rocks the Nubian twists
[02:27.18] Nine-six, motherfuckers gettin' dissed
[02:29.41] Oh-lay-hee
[02:31.32] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
[02:34.84] Oh-lay-hee
[02:36.75] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (yeah)
[02:40.01] When the Outs hooked up with the refugees
[02:42.26] It be more niggas than the NAACP (mad niggas)
[02:45.99] Comin' up on weed of all types
[02:48.24] Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (c'mon)
[02:50.46] You've got to know when to hold 'em (uh-huh)
[02:53.86] Know when to fold 'em
[02:55.60] I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
[02:58.72] Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
[03:01.47] So ooh, ahh, ahh-chi-ka
[03:03.98] Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ma-ku-sa
[03:06.95] Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
[03:09.26] Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
[03:11.81] Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
[03:15.07] That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain (yeah)
[03:17.84] Smokin' pure from the health food store
[03:20.00] While my whore slap cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
[03:23.17] Fuck with Outs, it's like those Islam brothers
[03:25.36] We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
[03:28.53] So let's get high off the fu-gee-la
[03:30.61] When the east is in the house like I'm Blahzay Blah'
[03:33.46] When pandemonium strikes and midnight hits
[03:35.62] Full moon splits soft niggas and the lunatics on some absurd shit
[03:38.97] You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
[03:41.51] Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
[03:44.26] Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
[03:46.68] 21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof and
[03:49.69] Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
[03:52.07] Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
[03:55.11] You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
[03:57.53] The bounty on your head says you dead by maΓ±ana
[03:59.92] Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body drop behind the lot
[04:03.12] Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
[04:04.89] Medina is the east side of town lounge, never 'til we yawnin'
[04:08.10] Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus
[04:10.85] Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
[04:13.66] Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
[04:16.05] Oh-lay-hee
[04:17.95] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
[04:21.49] Oh-lay-hee
[04:23.23] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (cowboys)
[04:29.70]
[04:48.63] Yo, man, it seem like we tryna get everybody, but they gettin' us
[04:51.64] You know what I'm sayin'? (They got my nigga, man) but, you know (they shot my nigga)
[04:54.29] No need to cry 'cause everything gon' be alright, man (you know who I am?)
[04:56.63] It's gon' be alright, you know? You know, it's just ill, yo (they shoot my nigga, man)
[04:59.51] Last night, you know, all I seen was bullets and feet runnin' and backs, you know
[05:03.53] And when the smoke cleared it was a little joker on the ground, man
[05:05.93] No, had to be no younger than 13, 14 years old (gonna kill somebody now)
[05:08.98] Blood pourin' from his head, his mother on her (gonna kill 'em, watch, watch)
[05:11.17] Mother on her knees cryin', you know cryin' her head off
[05:13.75] Tomorrow's headline is gonna be "The Death of Another Nigga"
[05:16.79] You know what I'm sayin'? "The Death of Another Nigga", you know?
[05:18.93] That's how it always is
[05:20.27] We cryin' for a afterlife while they just steal this one
[05:23.07]
[00:02.24] Outsidaz in here (this happens on the block every day)
[00:04.60] So, you wanna be a cowboy?
[00:07.24] Everybody, get your guns and meet me in the back right now
[00:10.70] Oh-lay-hee
[00:12.63] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
[00:16.04] Oh-lay-hee
[00:17.75] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
[00:21.25] Zen, zen-zen-zen, zen-zen-zen
[00:24.22] You shot your bullet, but the bullet went
[00:26.36] Desperado, new word for rudeboy
[00:29.59] I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[00:31.96] Wyclef, Pace Won, yo, this was how the West was won
[00:35.60] Our motto, a true desperado
[00:37.77] Rappers want to be actors
[00:39.26] So they play the Jesse James call-up card
[00:41.49] And get they bones fractured
[00:42.75] You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
[00:45.13] Inside tough guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[00:48.12] Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
[00:50.88] Thrown off the building like The Fall Guy
[00:53.58] Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave (huh)
[00:56.24] Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
[00:58.96] Who's the desperado sellin' bottles in the alley
[01:01.15] On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey?
[01:04.64] With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
[01:06.91] Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[01:09.26] The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
[01:12.11] Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher (gimme that)
[01:15.37] If you see him coming, you better start running
[01:17.43] Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming
[01:20.39] Dynamite, dynamite, 'Clef I got the cash
[01:23.32] Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights
[01:25.44] Oh-lay-hee
[01:27.32] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
[01:30.72] Oh-lay-hee
[01:32.46] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
[01:35.16] We make moves in stage coaches, Rah Digga likes the roaches
[01:38.45] If anyone approaches, we like noches buenos
[01:41.61] Then I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
[01:44.17] R&B singers perpetrating guns with two fingers
[01:46.72] My style is perhaps one of the foulest
[01:49.50] I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
[01:52.14] (Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
[01:54.62] The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours (yeah)
[01:56.88] Bust this scenario, can't no other niggas in the barrio
[01:59.90] From North to Ontario, tame us when we in stereo
[02:03.40] 'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
[02:05.31] It's apparent you're no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle
[02:08.33] Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
[02:10.72] Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
[02:14.20] 'Cause props is up (Rah Digga)
[02:15.60] Digga's through the roof, burnin' niggas like I'm 90 proof
[02:17.96] And for all y'all head beaters, the lead eaters
[02:20.36] The cheaters, soon to be retreaters
[02:22.05] While mamacitas carry real heaters
[02:24.22] I rock the doobie and L rocks the Nubian twists
[02:27.18] Nine-six, motherfuckers gettin' dissed
[02:29.41] Oh-lay-hee
[02:31.32] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
[02:34.84] Oh-lay-hee
[02:36.75] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (yeah)
[02:40.01] When the Outs hooked up with the refugees
[02:42.26] It be more niggas than the NAACP (mad niggas)
[02:45.99] Comin' up on weed of all types
[02:48.24] Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (c'mon)
[02:50.46] You've got to know when to hold 'em (uh-huh)
[02:53.86] Know when to fold 'em
[02:55.60] I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
[02:58.72] Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
[03:01.47] So ooh, ahh, ahh-chi-ka
[03:03.98] Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ma-ku-sa
[03:06.95] Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
[03:09.26] Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
[03:11.81] Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
[03:15.07] That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain (yeah)
[03:17.84] Smokin' pure from the health food store
[03:20.00] While my whore slap cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
[03:23.17] Fuck with Outs, it's like those Islam brothers
[03:25.36] We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
[03:28.53] So let's get high off the fu-gee-la
[03:30.61] When the east is in the house like I'm Blahzay Blah'
[03:33.46] When pandemonium strikes and midnight hits
[03:35.62] Full moon splits soft niggas and the lunatics on some absurd shit
[03:38.97] You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
[03:41.51] Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
[03:44.26] Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
[03:46.68] 21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof and
[03:49.69] Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
[03:52.07] Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
[03:55.11] You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
[03:57.53] The bounty on your head says you dead by maΓ±ana
[03:59.92] Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body drop behind the lot
[04:03.12] Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
[04:04.89] Medina is the east side of town lounge, never 'til we yawnin'
[04:08.10] Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus
[04:10.85] Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
[04:13.66] Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
[04:16.05] Oh-lay-hee
[04:17.95] Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
[04:21.49] Oh-lay-hee
[04:23.23] .45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die (cowboys)
[04:29.70]
[04:48.63] Yo, man, it seem like we tryna get everybody, but they gettin' us
[04:51.64] You know what I'm sayin'? (They got my nigga, man) but, you know (they shot my nigga)
[04:54.29] No need to cry 'cause everything gon' be alright, man (you know who I am?)
[04:56.63] It's gon' be alright, you know? You know, it's just ill, yo (they shoot my nigga, man)
[04:59.51] Last night, you know, all I seen was bullets and feet runnin' and backs, you know
[05:03.53] And when the smoke cleared it was a little joker on the ground, man
[05:05.93] No, had to be no younger than 13, 14 years old (gonna kill somebody now)
[05:08.98] Blood pourin' from his head, his mother on her (gonna kill 'em, watch, watch)
[05:11.17] Mother on her knees cryin', you know cryin' her head off
[05:13.75] Tomorrow's headline is gonna be "The Death of Another Nigga"
[05:16.79] You know what I'm sayin'? "The Death of Another Nigga", you know?
[05:18.93] That's how it always is
[05:20.27] We cryin' for a afterlife while they just steal this one
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