lirik lagu cloud 9 click - body be in the dirt // take me to yo stash spot
[intro]
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, the money b~tch, hurry up, i said hurry up
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, ~gunshots~
[verse 1: ??]
i’m that n~gga involved in [?], be hangin’ with approved k!llaz, quickly squeezin’ triggers, brace yourself, n~gga, i can be your gravedigger
on the for realer thats who i be, standin’ in the [?] way of the [?]
p~i~m~p to the tight, ho, see me drillin’ deep in b.h.z
that n~gga [?], be on that light greened up
swerve to the curb
[?] too d~mn high, as he start to choke
no more dope
call the [?], get a big olе’ quarter sack
rémy martin, fifth of gin, some hen’, and wе’re straight like that
see its just a smile, n~ggas profile, so i loaded that thing
n~ggas coming clean, when i drop another ass, wit’ tha’ glock 19
trick, wanna glock?
poppin’, n~ggas droppin’, fallin’ out
sucka, give it up
before the psychos, we have to turn it out
the glock, [?] this tape gon’ be eliminated
and those who still in my way, ’cause i spray, ’cause they violatin’
kickin’ down yo sh~t
break yoself, b~tch!
gettin’ shot, nine million ways to die, b~tch take me to yo stash spot, n~gga
yeaaa
[film scene]
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, the money b~tch, hurry up, i said hurry up
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, ~gunshots~
[verse 2: ??]
is it time for me to wake up, is it time for me my lord?
is it time for me to meet my death? or should i just ignore?
is it time for me to murder, or is it time for me to cry?
is it time, i’ll ask again, my lord, don’t wanna die
my momma raised me right, gotta n~gga everything i wanted when i was a kid
had me [?] khakis and [?] but still commited sins
i was so young and dumb, caught wit’ the big boys
tote toys, and [?] that [?]
wit’ some [?], swishers, cocaine, [?]
now that i’m smokin’ that herb
[?] so i can make my [?] d~i~e tomarrow
so i’m robbin’ for about 15 keys, and ho i’m showin’ no sorrow
the n~gga that gave me the dope, gimmie the cheese, and n0body gets hurt
and if you bustas make a move, yo body deep in the dirt
[film scene]
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, the money b~tch, hurry up, i said hurry up
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, ~gunshots~
[verse 3: ?? and ??]
this is just a warning, for you n~ggas
wit’cha fingers on the trigga
just because you gotta pistol
don’t make you’ah no d~mn k!lla
so pump yo nuts, if you must
just don’t bring that sh~t ’round us
’cause if you do, then you through
’cause i’m barrin’ none of yo crew
so, what the f~ck you wanna do?
’cause in my city, n~ggas sh~tty
jiggas gettin’ k!lled over pity
but i maintain in this game
i smokin’ n~gga thangs (pass that f~ckin’ blunt dawg)
[?], but you too crunk, but you never hit that funk
weed is the best d~mn high that you can get
so f~ck that funkin’ on that other f~ckin’ bullsh~t
trippin’ while ya homies die, momma’s cry, look them in they f~ckin’ eyes
in this ole’ f~cked up society, ’cause they ain’t did sh~t for me
but try to lock a n~gga up, so what the f~ck is goin’ on?
police comin’, knockin’ on a n~ggas doors
early morn’
what’s up wit’ that? three shots, then we gone
anything to keep a n~gga locked up in jail
what the h~ll?
i’ma do anything to keep my m~th~f~ckin’ pockets [bailed?], biatch
[film scene]
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, the money b~tch, hurry up, i said hurry up
get this money baby, now, get your ass, give him the money
lay your ass, ~gunshots~
[verse 4: ??]
[?] pimpin’, feel this sh~t
occupation: lyricist
the south, n~gga, memphis orange mound, gonna represent
cash flow, what i’m talkin’ ’bout, cheese what i’m talkin’ ’bout
ain’t f~cked up about the way my life go, thats the way i was brought up, though
hold up where i’m gon’ be, in about ten years you see
grown mane, since 17, strugglin’, paper chasin’ see
hard times, pen and paper, writin’ about my life style
should i give [?] ’cause punk ass n~ggas playa hate
preacher using gods word, but some them n~ggas crooked too
excuse my lord, if i f~ck wit’ sh~t i’ll go to h~ll quick
dead president, ruler of all evil, dig that sh~t
wonderin’ why i do dirt, i ain’t in this rap game for sh~t, b~tch
[outro]
lil’ red, lil’ sizz in this m~th~f~cka
crunk in this m~th~f~cka, cloud 9 cl!ck, know what i’m sayin’
[?] north memphis
[?]
b.h.z. [?] m~th~f~cka [?]
[?] cloud 9 cl!ck, n~ggas really comin’ up, m~th~f~cka
psycho n~gga, [?] we gon’ get buck, m~th~f~cka, wild for the ’97 ho, biatch
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