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Sauce Walka

May 5th 2010 (Thug Cry) (Bonus Track)

 

May 5th 2010 (Thug Cry) (Bonus Track)

(альбом: Sauce Ghetto Gospel - 2018)


He waiting on his day to see his enemy demise
His pistol loaded, now he ready to ride
Somebody finna die, so don't be surprised
You can see it in his eyes, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly

Lil' homie 15
Ran away from home, gangbanging, selling weed
Daddy showed him no love, now the homie love the streets
Looking up to OG's, thinking that's how he could be
Mama-mama on drugs, got lil' homie under pressure
Bought a lil' nine case a nigga tried to test him
Met some other young niggas with it on they mind
Started up a clique, now them niggas on the grind
Money being made, everything going fine
'Til a fight went wrong and his partner got dimed
Now lil' homie hurting 'cause that really was his nigga
Who would ever think that this would turn him to a killer?
Smoking big weed, tryna drown himself with liquor
Only answer on his mind is to smash on them niggas
Loaded up his nine and planted a homicide
You can see it in his eyes, bullets fly when a thug cry

He waiting on his day to see his enemy demise
His pistol loaded, now he ready to ride
Somebody finna die, so don't be surprised
You can see it in his eyes, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly

Bandana on his face, pistol on his waist
Murder in his eyes, he ain't thinking 'bout a case
Reminiscing al the nights he used to hustle with his partner
Late night, selling white, ducking from the coppers
Now his homie gone and he never coming back
So he looking for the other side, clutching on his strap
Heard them niggas posted at a party on the West
Riding down 59, kush burning up his chest
The car he in stolen, handgun loaded
Can't wait to unload it, he just waiting for the moment
Hit that street corner, it was so unexpected
Caught him outside, unloaded that weapon
17 shots full of pain and agression
Killing with no affection, wasn't even a question
Young niggas wilding, screaming, sirens
Bullets start flying when a thug start crying

He waiting on his day to see his enemy demise
His pistol loaded, now he ready to ride
Somebody finna die, so don't be surprised
You can see it in his eyes, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly when a thug cry
Thug cry, bullets fly

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