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Correct S.U.C. 4 Life Lyrics
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F/ K.T. (talking) Southsive for live, aka Southside for life Z-Ro, K.T., recognize my motherfucking team [Z-Ro] Let me introduce myself, I'm Z-Ro the Crooked, Mo City block The place that you don't want to go cause you'll get no pity block With drug dealers when we need some paper Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding them haters Cause they keep dropping salt in the game Bumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintain Handle my business on the low-low, hit a lick and go to Akapoko Sipping on moet and smoking ball bat to that dro and doe-doe Jesus let me ball till I fall in the grave, doing it my way As a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my K Cause it ain't no people where I stay Nothing but memories and blood stains of yesterday How can I make it to heaven if I be chilling in hell If they can make a million you can make a million as well Until then, I'ma be making deals with the Jamaicans S.U.C. to the finish until he call me in (Chorus) Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies Stay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purified And make a way for my family although I know they tried I'm doing bad, wishing for things that I never had It's my dad, drops and blue over gray rag Until I make a million or more, I'ma smoke and lean And stack my green, until a player hit the floor Waking up calling shots, beam glocks, and doing shows Getting lifted on flows, six hundred, and hydro K.T. and Z-Ro, on a smash for cream Searching for dead politicians if y'all know what I mean A murdering team, spit my guillotine at you busters On the grind getting mine with the watch full of bezzels M-O-B I would of team until my time is foul Stack my paper, scream Presidential smoke weed and get high (Chorus) Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Presidential Player for life, I'm a Presidential Player for life [Z-Ro] Ain't shit changed, my life is still about drugs and slugs You could keep your lights on, you've got to get your fight on, and mean mug Early birds get the worm, but motherfuckers tend to shortstop The Ro I aim my pistol played a deadly burn Z-Ro the Crooked and my routine will never change Hust-l-ing and bust-l-ing to keep my fingers on some pocket change Got to go stay the same until, I die nigga When I make the tactics of a Mo City then stay high nigga We bleed blocks from seven to seven to seven again Holding scratch, peeping packs, slowed then and three for tens I got what you need, living in this gutter daily Even though I bleed the block it's like I can't eat because this life pay me Ducking the police when they be sliding by And I swang low on a sweet chariot as I'm riding high I'm paranoid everytime you see me, cause I be smoking niggas Regular and it's fucking with my conscience so I bust freely Wake up in the morning and I caught my tip And get ready for another day of this gangsta shit (talking) Y'all know nigga, every motherfucking day You got to get that pay, it's the only way (Chorus - 2x) Recognize my team cause we got players that's gone represent Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life
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