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Killer Mike - Scared Straight lyrics
* send corrections to the typist (Killer Mike talking on the phone) Aight... so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail... Servin' a 40 to life sentence... For dope that wasn't even his Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you It's a hilarious day boooyyy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events that get yo ass in hea... [Chorus] (Killer Mike talking) Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more (I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you) They pushed me down and locked me up Put my face on the floor (You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?) They took my money and my credit card Now I'm poor (Government snitches are amazin...) Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more (Just listen, only take about 3 minutes, just listen) [Verse 1] After high school, I gained lots of weight And I ain't talkin' bout calories put on by steak The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors Find out what mills bury Shit's very intense and criti-cal And when we drew pistols shit got piti-ful The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch But between me and him and that hoe We walked away with 18 and a bigger score Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion north Atlanta We hit'em hard as doors hammer, yea! [Chorus] (Killer Mike talking) Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more (Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on) They pushed me down and locked me up Put my face on the floor (Hold up, hold up, hold up, be patient, be patient, listen to the rest listen, listen) They took my money and my credit card Now I'm poor (Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man) Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more (Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out here's where it gets interestin, follow this shit) [Verse 3] ??? the spot had more birds than a pet shop More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set Loaded up the work and let's jet My nigga big Paul loaded up the U-Haul A thousand pounds uncut raw Hold on, whus that I saw in the distance? Did he have a crew offerin assistance? Paul said it's prolly nuthin', a small animal or somethin' My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin' I pointed the 4-5th in the wind and started thumpin' The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin' Cops is everywhere, they keep comin' All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin our dick We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix That middle man and dumb bitch Them niggaz snitched, GOD DAMN! [Chorus] (Killer Mike talking) Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more (So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin here wearin these pants ???) They pushed me down and locked me up Put my face on the floor (I hear Salvatore got ??? or some shit) They took my money and my credit card Now I'm poor (The bum bitch that snitched, tss... who knows?) Mama I don't wanna sell, crack no more (Man I shoulda fuckin stayed in job corp stayed my fuckin ass in job corp, doin dumbass shit now I'm fuckin round witchall stupid ass niggaz too ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz niggaz ??? fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail and most the niggaz in hea with me stupid too... [laughs and hangs up the phone]) |
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