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- Fiend A tall times 歌詞
- Fiend
- Welcome to
New Orleans
Or should
I say where the fiends live
Home of the
No Limit Soldiers
My name is
Fiend Yall cluckers better get ready for this
Welcome to a soldier world
What we do what we do
The hood go feel me on this one
If they could relate ta my paper chasin
And knowin aint no escape from a hungry baby in ya face
So I love the place
Gun sparks thru
New Orleans dark
So death my gat shoot ya
Cause of the color of my heart
Have to put a fool on the floor
And I wont ignore
Cause Fiend is my name
What made me do it
I live like that
******* yeah
I charged to the game
******* Im a man
So some born sense
To be a provider
No Limit rider
When they hollar
A 17th survior
Bout my dollars
******* the pride
I done got me a key
Funny how you got a 1000 grams
How the ******* heads just wanta be me
Wanna kill me
A young g
With a half a nerve
About to act a ******* donkey just with half a bird
Thats my word
Smoking backwoods filled with herb
Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb
The ultimate serve
Getting it off all in a week
Time to re up
So Ima be up
******* Im out in the streets
*******! (Chorus 2X)
I keep my strap on me at all times(and I aint lying)(I aint lying)
I keep my strap on me at all times(and I aint dying)(I aint dying)
******* who lied and told ya streets was safe
We about to burn the chase
In all the place
Go be leavin discrace
Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face
Strong arming for space
Withchya Ima leave them baggin grams
Im a bad man
Strap in my hand
Deep in some mad plans
Picture my city
Surrounded by criminals
And then some
Im go have to hem one
And back them *******es off with the m-one
Them domes!!!! domes!!!!!!
Thats what he caught
Makin haters life short
Should seen
Serv Insurance should of been bought
What the F
UCK you thought
That Fiend
State ya rank
The excited private
That be pistol whippin ****** *s down to the ground
Till their bodies turn blue and violet
My greed is violent!!
Born with plans to be stratgegic
When the fun start
Ima lead it
Rounds to the hip got some *******s parapalegic 911 go need it
Cuz Im my only justice
Bust a barrel screamin
******S! My nine stang a * ****** quick like some nunchucks
I dont give a *******
Brang ya boys and ya another gat
Youll be suckin the stainless barrel *******
Of my *******
Mr. 40 Cal
Well!!!! Chorus til end
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