Текст песни Fiend - Don`t Mess Around, слова песни Fiend

Текст песни Fiend - Don`t Mess Around

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(Fiend talking)My Lord, I`m in a bad situation againFirst forgive me for my sinsPast, present, and futureI ain`t eat in a couple daysAll I`m trying to tell youIs this here, I see a oppurtunity to eatIt`s them niggas sleeping across the streetAnd I`m go get em`(gun shots)I was a reject on the ghetto blocksIn the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks(baby)Quanties but I know nobodyIn this contest I got to hold somebodyGot a gun name ScottieAnd he bout to put his beam on himI wanna if he know I`m bout to put that gangsta lean on him(bzzzz)Thinkin` to myself it`s only for the worst if I miss himWhen I`m cappin` none of you take it personalBustin` got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch2 more got to go and I got the aim still(gunshots)Don`t blame thisI said you was go bleed when I greedIt was a matter of time before my mind it find speedProceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize SozaBroke it off to a J` everydayFor all the payMy beretta say a better dayAnd I believe that niggaMoney go make souls leave that niggaChorus x2You see I don`t fuck around I don`t even have to sayCause all the G`s around my way Know that I don`t play (nigga)My mind already made that FIEND callin` the shots(I`m callin the shots)My nine already engrave we got the ride that`s hot(horn honking)It done got to hot in my neighborhoodSo I`m a chill minute and make the flavor goodIt`s understoodThat this nigga got to eat(I`m hungry)So I`m a handle my bussiness on these triflin` streetsMy rifle keepsMy mind at ease at all timesAlong with a blunt helps commit all crimesMy style brangin` the whole, put me into crackMy paper stackEven though I did erase the black(so what)Picture thatA survivor takin` and robbin` for hisI want to guide the surviving kidsAfter meNext I done bought me some plastic glocksAnd teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocksI`m a beast some say I`m just like GottiMainataining my respect with my A-k shottieDon`t know karateBut I got some hands of steel(slap slap didn`t I tell ya bout playin huh)But baby in these streets it`s kill or be killedMurderous skillsReady to do what I gottaKeys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar(come hollar at the collar)Herion and powderThis shit go keep me in powerI want money as my mattress and take moet showersDrug deals go sourThat`s why my gat on the sideSo want ya come test the mother fuckin` baddest aliveChorus x2I ain`t to be fucking with I`m a Jones niggaBorn to get it on for the throneThe dirt I did got me named CaponeBlowin` homesIn revenge, for my partners and kinsMurdered many men Some personal but mostly for endsMy sinsBe forgotten, survivors actin rottenWith the cocaine crockin`I got the champange poppin`Plottin up stragetted warfaresFor my heirs, NiggaI don`t careFor that ? got me scaredSomewhere niggas made it homeWith there loss soulsHeads I done toss thoseLeft in the crossroads(handle that)The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the gameBut a car full of niggas died crying my nameReleasing pain like ChardeBut in my way(my way)Split a blunt on the highway(highway)Cause it was my say(my say)I died that day but GOD told me finish my taskHit the hash, grab all the guns and cashAnd dashChorus till end

Fiend

Don`t Mess Around

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