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13th st./bebe’s kid – e•nnce كلمات اغنية

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[part i: 13th st.]

[intro]
i got the rocket in my pocket, youse a switch blade n*gga
you gon’ really make me pop it on a b*tch made n*gga
i ain’t really got the option, playin’ sick games with em
he gone really think he poppin’, when that cl!ck bang hit em (like)

[chorus]
you on my block, this is 13th n*gga
nine shots, don’t be lurkin’ n*gga
you on my block, you on 13th n*gga
nine shots, don’t get hurt weak n*gga

[verse 1]
ho’s that sniff coke and bro’s that kick doors
hop out the 4 door and bounce wit’ .44’s
send shots, no go*pro
red dots to ya’ spot, got the drop
on yo home, red hot on lot
when we—

[chorus]
you on my block, this is 13th n*gga
nine shots, don’t be lurkin’ n*gga
you on my block, you on 13th n*gga
nine shots, don’t get hurt weak n*gga (don’t get hurt lil n*gga)
[verse 2]
f*ck a toe tag, i lеave his name across his face b*tch
n*ggas gon’ laugh, bеt them pockets lookin’ sp*cious
rappin’ bout his swag, caught ‘em shoppin’ in the basics
gildan on the tag, n*ggas out here on that phace sh*t
n*ggas talkin’ bad, bet that ‘yoppa get ya face split
no face lift, leave his body lyin’ where the snakes sit
we shake sh*t, if it’s me and bryan then we riot ‘til the plates shift (if it’s me and eric then we riot ‘til the plates shift)
if i’m pumpin’ iron, bet it’s quiet like it’s—

[chorus]
i got the rocket in my pocket, youse a switch blade n*gga
you gon’ really make me pop it on a b*tch made n*gga
i ain’t really got the option, playin’ sl!ck games with em
he gone really think he poppin’, when that cl!ck bang hit em
yuh, when that cl!ck bang hit ‘em (this is 13th, n*gga)

[part ii: bébé’s kid]

[intro]
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
i got a ch*, i got a ch*
i got a ch*, i got a ch*
[chorus]
my lil buddy keep a chop
on that dirty sh*t
know my boy got the mop
that’s that dirty sh*t
my lil shawty got a clip
know it’s 36
crackin’ n*ggas in the face
like it’s ‘86
we gone crack ‘em like a vase
if he fold too quick
don’t be actin’ out of place
don’t get bold too quick
all these n*ggas on that phace
why you lying b*tch?
all these n*ggas throwin’ fits
you a cryin’ b*tch

[verse 3]
green haired n*gga, with that chopstick (green haired n*gga, with that chopstick)
born with the glock and sworn to protect my block, b*tch
(born with the glock and sworn to protect my block, b*tch)
learn how to plot, learn how to pop a locksmith
i was only 9 when i learned how to talk sh*t
i was only 9 when i held my first chopstick
i was down to die, i was on my poprocks sh*t
it was 0*5, momma selling that rerock sh*t
numbers don’t lie, she was bringing in that profit
watchin’ n*ggas die
you would think to cry
watchin’ through my eyes
that was life, wasn’t simplified
wasn’t asking why, wasn’t on my mind
out committin’ crimes, if it wasn’t past 9:00
was a lovers boy at heart, but a bébé’s kid outside
[bridge]
pockets on that double stuff
buckin’ fast with fancy ice
that’s when my pockets double up
take a chance, don’t take advice
‘cause bébé’s kids don’t give a f*ck
test ya’ luck or test ya’ life
‘cause either way we double up
take a chance and roll the dice
don’t think about it in advance
and never think about it twice
keep it tucked right in yo’ pants
be ready to take someone’s life
bébé’s kids come out at night
we dressed all black, don’t wear no white
watch yo’ back we out tonight
back streets filled with violence my—

[verse 4]
choppa is a 20 pack
clip was full of newports (clip was full of newports)
boy said he want the smoke
we put em in the news report (we put em in the news report)
it was all just fun and games
and now his ass on life support
talking ’bout my mom again
i had to cut the n*gga short
i ain’t want no drama man
but now i gotta go to court
n*ggas bring them commas in
they in the field, this sh*t a sport
n*ggas see i’m up now
they tryna come and run with me
funny, you forget
how you was making fun of me
n*ggas plead the fifth
now that they see they under me
never underestimate
‘cause now who growing money trees?
i ain’t never hesitate
was always down to run the streets
now i’m out like everyday
‘cause i’m the one who run the streets

[outro]
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
my lil buddy keep a chop
on that dirty sh*t
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
i got a chopstick (yuh)
i got a chopstick
me and buddy keep a chop
on that dirty sh*t
me and buddy keep a chop
on that dirty sh*t

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