Hit The Wall

Tada Tata

Score: 14
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Played: 7

Album:

tada tátà

Genres:

Acoustic
Indiepop
Indie
Swedish
Twee

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Featured by:

becchi

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Lyrics:

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[Intro] Was once a thug from round the way x2 [Verse 1: Snubnoze] It’s the new cat on the new track bring it back When I attack on the wack loadin up the gat Diggidy pop pop pop goes the 9, coming up from behind Nappy headed nigga with the dope rhymes No complication the mission, listen Niggas they don’t listen and they keep pissing me Off, cause they think I’m soft but the boss never lost At any cost beat you like Hoss Cut[?], right so, nigga don’t come to the Ponderosa As I come closer you might catch a dose of Hollow points through your joints Duck, diggidy duck or get stuck by your buck shot Think I’m gonna stop but I’m not 'til I see you drop To the gun, creep you can’t come here with a nigga from the streets Of the ghetto, hello, shake you like Jell-O Niggas be trying to play me like a cello watch me sell yo Soul to the Devil, dig it like a shovel Cuz’ll take you to another level, several niggas have died Became victims of homicide, raised in the streets but mommy tried hard To keep her kid from the rough neighborhood Why it’s like that I never understood why I Had to be raggedy, so much tragedy, but yet I’m glad to be Able to survive, day by day, as a thug from around the way But you don’t hear me though [Hook] Was once a thug from round the way x2 [Verse 2: Eli] Capital B-I-G Eli, see why niggas want to be my enemy Cuz you see, doctors say I’m mentally insane in the brain (Why?) Cuz I throw these things swiftly And motherfuckers can't get with me Never ran, never will, pack my steel, out to kill Pop pop pop, niggas drop when I cock the giggity Glock Murder 1, first degree, no one could be worse than me Tell me who’s the first to see the barrel of my N-I-N-E Yeah I be the best at this, niggas don’t try to get with this Innocent people hit the floor cuz my bullets ain’t prejudiced Rata (tata) tata (tat) I got my gat (I got your back) Bought myself a 20 sack and a fifth of cognac Serving crack to the fiends keep my pockets filled with green Since the age of 17 I been from under my mother’s wing Yeah another ghetto child roaming the streets, actin wild Criminal record thousand pounds puffin on them black n mild Quick to take your money or gold, quick to mack on one of yo hoes Quick to breaking your shit and get a good price for them shoes and Vo’s[?] Please don't ever step to me, I’ll put your life in jeopardy Yeah I shot the sheriff now I’m looking for the deputy Gotta survive, in these streets, on my own, day by day A fat price to pay to be a thug from around the way [Hook] Was once a thug from round the way x2 [Outro] Was once a thug from round the way x2 Was… was… was…