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lirik lagu 24lefteye – the life of a henxhmen story


scrrttttt, dats what it sounds like when the tires screeching and yo bro say get way from the l!ck.kicked in yo door cause dey said he had bricks .reached for his fye and got shoot in his hip. cousin crying cause he bleeding , up the fye tell dat hoe give me a reason. looking at her while he on the ground leaking ,carpet look red like i stepped in the demon. so what you gone do , how gone do it
i need bricks and i want all the profit, dey already said said you got soft and the molly. my freak hoe seen you throw thе money at let mе tell you what yo ass better do , cover you’re wound lead me straight too the room, i point the fye at her and i tell her don’t move.fye too his head , while we walk in the room. this migo got bricks like he work at home depo , pull out my bag and repo the bricks. then i turnt too the plug,put one in his head ,went to homicide from a l!ck . run out the room shoot his b~tch in the tits. i check the fridge cause they said he had trish. but still took a w cause he had da wock. on the counter had glass by the pot. like auntie dem , put the dope in my pocket .i got the dope then you had rocket. leaving out the door i seen a civilian. on the phone he was looking suspicious.think he called 12 gone f~ck my mission. 223 lift that boy off his pivot ,shooting shots watch that boy fade~away .sirens ringing man them folks on the way. i run too the car and i’m telling him go. the tires screeching but they heard me slam the door , who that with that stick , oh that’s his folks. knowing some wrong he runs out the house with da kelco. before he had let off a shot, i hung out da window shot at his cantaloupe. but tragic 12 on us , we flying thur traffic, we speeding thur cars, good samaritan hit us want award. hope out the car then i hit up his ford. waist deep man i feel like tyrese , bro who driving he done broke both his knees,run off ,man he saying don’t leave , tell dat boy ain’t no i in no team.look back like i just got away. book bag with the boot and the drank. duffel bag with the profit he made. running fast i trying not to faint.shots fired then i start too slow down, leg shot now i’m all on the ground . crawling too nowhere just hoping i make it, to be continued , dis life of a henxhmen