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lirik lagu spm - screwed up tape

[rasheed:]
ma, i’m sorry for the things i did
& god, thanks for all the times you let me live
i should of been dead a long time ago
should of been me & not wero
foot on the pedal while i race to the hood
go to revillations in your little black wood
my homies all changin’ & that f-ckin’ sh-t hurts
i never f-ck a friend unless they suck my d-ck first
creep & i crawl, ball ’til i fall
sell you a 80 won’t charge you for the straw
they asked me how long i ever kept a job roughly
well, i worked 6 months in the country as a trusty
i went to prison & i came back an animal
southside, houston’s murder capital
my crew is cursed, shoot you first
died next to a stupid nurse
put you in the bluest he-rs-
i’ll see your -ss & lucifer.

[chorus:]
6: 00 in the morning police at my door
fresh, jordans squeekin’ cross my bathroom floor
out the back window, i make my escape
didn’t even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape. [x2]

[low-g:]
my green light, aloe sinche queeto ky guy palo
haters don’t like me cause my name is hard to swallow
here he comes that 5 o asked me for i.d.
play on his computer & finds some felonies
i was high, fly & a dubbed blue eye
every questioned asked i came back with a lie
he was searchin’ my ride & found my 45
that’s when i started thinkin’ had to bust him with my 9
instead i ran, now your boy got away
that night we celebrate like it was a holiday
i use to be broke didn’t have big faces
i had to wipe my -ss with the yellow pages
no tv & no cartoons
my heffer in the kitchen washin’ plastic spoons
i was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff
no diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs.

[chorus:]
6: 00 in the morning police at my door
fresh, jordans squeekin’ cross my bathroom floor
out the back window, i make my escape
didn’t even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape. [x2]

[south park mexican:]
i don’t know what the f-ck, i’m a come have some bud
who want to f-ck with us, ground like snuff or upper cuts
pro-tect my property, hillwood prohecy
i don’t know how many times i got to tell y’all get off of me
b-lls hangin’ & that’s all i need, smokin’ b-tches crossin’ me
when i kill you n-gg-s we can all live in harmony
this ain’t m-th-f-ckin’ breakin’ stone, i told you once leave us alone
known to kill my f-ckin’ own, blame houston cause that’s my home
how can i make it when it won’t clear
my bud done look like daffadille
17 million a year, still i thug in my cavilier
my people come, like babylon, mexican & african
few white boys that’s family, asian & mohamilly
indian & thats navhoe, killers out that navadoche
careful how your -ss appoach, get busted like you p-ss a note
all the hoes, camel toes, smokin’ on that ardachoke
bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rockin’ c-ke.

[chorus:]
6: 00 in the morning police at my door
fresh, jordans squeekin’ cross my bathroom floor
out the back window, i make my escape
didn’t even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape. [x2]

crusin’ down the street with my 6 hoes
b-mpin’ my sh-t, ridin’ on vogues
went to the park to get the scoop
young n-gg-s out there cold shooting some hoops.

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