lirik lagu southside playaz – live to tell
(-talking-)
worldwide can feel us, f-cking squealers
southside drug dealers, n-ggas know us
southside playaz, sit down at the table 2000
any n-gga sitting down huh, getting checks
all the details, acting like some f-cking females
b-tch go count a n-gga money, simp -ss n-gga
[godfather]
you rapping gift of gabbing, got the f.b.i. plotting
got h-town hot, like the banging in watts
trying to take me from my kids, you hot in a cot
got prices on your head, your life about to get bought
24 hours, is definite you get shot
my homegirl f-cked you, that’s just the point of the plot
me and pablo, doing devilish sh-t like diablo
tyte eyez out the gate, i got legitimate weight
mike d called me up, said some n-gga was squealing
giving fed’s photography, n-gga street biographies
told clay-doe, was flying birds through luado
they said 3-2, was connected with some people
this n-gga see through, rope him up smoke him up
catch him coming home from the club drunk, and murdered the punk
throw him in the trunk, all about that snitching sh-t
who we copping from, who we in the kitchen with
[hook – 2x]
you might not live to tell, (oh well)
these n-ggas scared of jail, (like h-ll)
telling everything they know, (like hoes)
you think it’s all gravy, (well b-tch you gotta go)
[mr. 3-2]
n-gga own up to your case, and take your f-cking charge
don’t be a coward motherf-cker, when them laws snap the corde
he found barred that’s infinity, you better open your mouth
don’t be scared till the b-tch die, to hit that jail house
in the south it done got hot, federal agents don’t love us
my boys is selling they soul, running they d-ck suckers
like kilo and little man, the game done went deeper
hope they know that it’s over with, if they ever hit the streets
some sh-t you keep to yourself, and take it to the grave
you bit your tongue put to your throat, for information that you gave
i can’t save no snitch, and give em no kinda h-ssle
let them words that you told, n-gga be your last
[hook – 2x]
[clay-doe]
i knew this candy and a hook up, ain’t good with sorese
had his peeky at the street, off bout a hundred a week
at least boss balling, motherf-cker was paid
use to take me to his crib, man b-tch was laid
then here come the raid, next to interrogation
on fo’ hundred a gram, don’t even care bout probation
now n-gga i ain’t crazy, i ain’t no god d-mn fool
if you told me that sh-t, i woulda shot you too
i immediately knew, what i had to do
took him up to his crib, had a bag by his pool
told that n-gga i had a surprise, and then i showed him
looked that n-gga in his eyes, and then i told him
[hook – 2x]
[mike d]
i know this n-gga from the hood, use to juggle them goods
a stand up cat, did his dirt in the woods
took him from a fifty packer, to a kilo stacker
block bleeder fa sho, full time columbian jacker
took hood money to good money, put me in the studio
wish i woulda knew then, how this dirty game go
n-gga you think don’t fold, go out like hoes
pressure bust the pipe, this n-gga sold his soul
tied the whole cl1ck in, during interrogation
turned a three brick hit, to a 21 vacation
knowing you hit the streets, your ghetto p-ss is void
put fifty in that
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