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.Brass Shells (Real Life).
IP:
I been shot too many times ta count dogg//
Yo, I been in and out of homes too many times to follow the law// I've been shitted on, spit on, beat on, and cheated on// I lived on the streets, cold meats, rusty heat kept me warm// Grew up broke, the only boy, my sister was mentally slow// Fought every nigga that laughed at her, my life is somethin' you don't know// Well here's an introduction, explain my pain and why i'm gun clutchin'// Why I don't got emotions, if you seen what i've seen, you would cry oceans// It started back when I was livin' in another place, peep what happened// Some sick nigga felt my sis up, an hour sooner, I would've smashed him// Sis told moms, and moms told the P.D.// 3 hours later, H.R.S. came to get sister and me// Put us in a foster home, snatched us cryin' from mom's arms// Mom looked like she wanted to die, both of her babies were gone// It was some pig sty in there, learned how to box from that// Foster boy took no crap, first day I gave a nigga a head wrap// Kicked him down the stairs, agency said I needed more guidance// Put me in a home, no windows, no visitation, only violence// Eventually we both came home, but home was different// Moms said fuck this shit, and we moved where we paid rent// Different block, same shit, met my cousin I didn't know until then// Me and him, lil' bum niggas, destined for the pen// Got into everything, from stealin' nutraments to robbing grayshell// Everything wrong, we did it well, D.C., our home, Earth's hell// In school we held our own, didn't need a crew of niggas// We had eachothers back, like parenthesis and garbage pail stickers// Jason and Scott had guns at 13, lil' pre-teens// With grown schemes, yeah we made a sick ass team// We got into normal shit, bullyin' niggas and gettin' bullied// Any nigga we couldn't beat, we kept the improvised weaponry// But as the 80's turned to the 90's, shit got different// Chris died, I went ballistic, right after all mom's money was spent// Fams couldn't take it, flipped it, we're going south// Didn't change shit, gettin' suspended for havin' a city mouth// Still broke, I did what any real nigga would do// Found out who was who, who did what, and pushed my way through// Three years in the counrty, I had niggas callin' me bigger// Sold it all, fuck the bullshit, why you think they called me bigger?// I had the Bronco by 16, niggas wasn't seein' this cream// 'Til some older cats tried to rob the kid, I woke from that dream// What'd I do? I sold my shine's for my first carbine// Around the world is grime, nigga, I had to protect mines// Kept servin', moved up from steamed ounces to compressed pounds// From mini missles, to handheld pistols with blunt rounds// Soon I had more armor than money, called my dunny, unioned the money// Took that trip, equipped with black steel, that shit wasn't funny// Came back, flipped what I had, kept it movin', I must've been snoozin'// 'Cuz when ya team's losin', then somebody is bound to start shootin'// Got robbed by my own CO-D, The nigga popped 3 off in me// Tossed me out of his whip, like some bullshit Hollywood movie// I'm in surgery, fightin' for recovery, mom and sis huggin' me// Made me promise to give my life to God, but Satan was holdin' me// I needed payback, simple as that// Come on, that was my man's, the same kid form the story track// You heard that?// I let him breath for a while, had our lil' don't aim shoot-outs// I guess another nigga he crossed wasn't playin', and took his ass out// So life went on, more drama, more money, more murders// I laugh 'cuz Heaven is a place most ain't even heard of// Gave shots, took shots, fuck all the talkin'// Niggas play dead for life, all from sqwakin'// I seen niggas get murdered, not takin' the threats serious// What is you delerious? I take this to the heart// Keep playin', i'm gonna put ya heart on ya Clark's// I done left niggas stinkin', what the fuck is y'all thinkin'?// IF I die, i'm going to hell, with a smirk, and winkin'// Done bad, at times I even fuckin' done good// But the good shit don't mean shit in any given hood// Did what I had to do, I chose death over another cell// That sums it up, my life... in a brass shell// |
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