lirik lagu jugga the bully – it’s deep
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it’s deep n-gg-s on the streets got stress
used to be only the police wore vests
i just can’t get stretched over no bullsh-t
and i ain’t never seen n-body name on bullets
used to be we couldn’t…now we can but don’t
we can–finally help folk but won’t
i can’t point no finger cuz i always got my heater
i’m trying to improve but i ain’t no saint neither
somebody told me i wouldn’t be sh-t-when-i’m-grown
somebody else said cover up ya d-ck-when-you-bone
another taught don’t forget what you got-at-home
and that the number one killer is testosterone
i know cuz i’ve been guilty of c-ckin’-the-chrome
if it comes to me and you? i’ll put a shot-in-ya-dome
it gets hot-in-the-zone that’s when ya humble-beginnin’s
give way to tunnel-vision and disgruntled-livin’
you work hard–then the feds crumble-your-winnin’s
that’s why these wife beaters nut up and pummel-their-women
you never know till you hear a thug mumble-repentance
as the judge lets down the gavel to double-his-sentence
any trouble-you-get-in writes your ticket-to-life
expect to go to h-ll if you livin’ wicked-and-trife
the media got us addicted-to-hype…videos-too
ain’t you know they give that sh-t back when the video’s-through?
it’s pitiful-dude the youth done lost-the-focus
all they wanna do is floss-the-most-whips and knock-the-dope-chicks
ain’t you know the cops-can-smoke-kids…and walk free
when you locked up ain’t the time to find out you claustrophobic
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if you got it to spend ain’t nothin’ matter-with-that
even better if you got yours without havin’-to-clap
ya habitat made you…the rest came after-the-fact
you just supply demands you ain’t create they p-ssion-for-crack
i remember as a kid i was laughin’-at-cats
with drunk junkie parents like those children askin’-for-that
now they the same ones out here blastin’-they-straps
cuz they think that’s the only way folk sit back-in-them-‘lacs
the way we’re brainwashed to buy name brand fashions-is-wack
and how folk trade their kid’s nutrition rations-for-that
we got youngins in grade school brandishin’-gats
ain’t no more fist fights at best ya head get cracked-in-with-bats
gulls make money strippin’ out here flashin’-they-cat
then when rent’s due some of them be sellin’ -ss-in-the-sack
explainin’ to their daughter “who that man-in-the-back?”
and why he came through got some -ss then did that vanishin’-act
you may think yo seed ain’t cognoscente of habits-you-rack
and how you buy things even though you got no cabbage-to-stack
but the corner thugs do-they’ll take advantage-of-that
it’s a vicious cycle violence has a m-ssive-impact
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that’s my word ain’t got much else of worth to put-it-on
just glad to be alive there’s other ways it coulda-gone
when i look-along the curb-at-misfortune…i’m forced to
proceed with-caution fighting first person-distortion
paid dues but need to be reimbursed-what-it’s-costin’
knowin’ that as bad as it gets…it’s worse-in-the-coffin
it hurts-often so i lean on family-to-cope…when that don’t work
and i get stressed i got panties-to-poke
and mary-to-smoke cuz she understands-my-pain
folk s’posed to be down but underhanded-with-thangs
but-i-plan-to-change and rise to a state-of-perfection
we all players and this business is a hater’s-profession
make-the-connection? sometimes you gotta take-the-concessions
ain’t n-body givin’ you nothin’ you crazy-to-question
daily-reflection have you trippin’-for-real…
i’m stressed with-these-bills, my shawty plus gettin’-a-deal
sometimes…i get p-ssed and place hollow-tips-in-the-steel
fittin’-the-bill of a murderer…itchin’-to-kill
that’s when i come to my senses and scratch-the-urge
put a match-to-the-herb and attack-with-words…
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- lirik lagu this time next year – spoontonic
- lirik lagu jordyn taylor – under the influence
- lirik lagu judy jacobs – my deliverer
- lirik lagu j randall – oo la la
- lirik lagu jus allah – supreme
- lirik lagu j shin – whatever u want
- lirik lagu juicy j – fiyayaya weed
- lirik lagu j valentine – bad behavior
- lirik lagu kandi – let’s get it
- lirik lagu jt money – run da yard