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Jim Crow – Bless The Concrete Lyrics

Now I don worried for da last time
Thankin bout how ya'll niggas choke like da big game
Gettin slapped like a bitch it ain't no new thang
Without dat cheese see I'm cakin em up shawty to cut for fees
Now big time celebrity can't u tell frum there
Open yo heart to this ho she light skinned wit good hair
Got u caught up in emotions dat u can't replace
Now u comin out yo pocket cause she givin you face
Gettin laced wit yo boyz I know shawty she wit da dubs
See she da type a bitch'll git u served at da club
Pinnin pictures to get you all versace down
Straight clown and den she waitin on some weddin vows
Lame nigga! U shoulda known dat she wouldn't shit
Instead of spendin cheese u shoulda got dat bitch slick now!

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Its all about survival do or die
It just ain't big enough for u and I
If I don't git u you'll git me
As soon as my feet bless the concrete

Now hold up
I think my eyes playin a joke on me homes
I know niggas didn't just finish runnin out of my home
I think its best for dem to wait for my hi to settle
Because that's da best way they live through da day nigga!
I hate it cause my weight was missing
Bust off a couple shots wit my neighbors listening
Pissed off cause my safe had a empty space
And murder will be da case if money ain't replaced
And I know who knew exactly where my stash was
Plus I bet I reach his crib for his ass does
Now hes a has was
Life must not mean much
I bring a homocide scene once my greens touch
Da phone ring I picks it up ain't nothin but-
[a whats up dog I heard you got stuck for some money now you know I was born
Wit a heart full of stone I'm wit whatever man hit yo boy tell me when its
Nigga its on tonite
Meet me at da spot
Shoot up his gravesite and leave da casket hot
I don't care how we do it
Long as it git don
Cash back plus some don't make me have to bust some
When it come to money trust none
It be dem hot ones u be runnin frum
See where I'm comin frum

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I ain't lyin
Some times I feel like a microphone
Lame niggas keep talkin to me won't leave me 'lone
Bit da dome
Somebody please turn da speakers on
So these lame boys can hear demselves remindin me??
Beat da wrong nigga down lookin for a half a pound
But buddy had a ounce so I laughed and I bounced
Ha ha ha
Shawty pimped a???
Mackin never slackin never cappin say minyon
Let me tell bout a crazy ho I meet frum Crenshaw
She was jockin on my state but den a hold up wait
That's da same hoochie dat got Pookie in dat dookie
Lied and said that my nigga was physically abusive
Losin my cool but I stay calm and I collect there
Knowin dat this ho just want my money and and my sex and
Beggin me to go home her so I went on wit da ho
Now she got my stupid ass sittin up in court
Shawty lyin yo honor
U can ask my nigga oozie
All I got was some head
Hear da teeth marks to prove it
But anyhow I won da case and shawty went back to L. A

[Rule 1] watch yo ass next time you get some face cause

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