504 Boyz Lyrics
"Tell
Me"
(feat. Krazy)
[talking]
504 i solemnly
swear that I'll snitch
Or testify on any of my homies
That's the code to
the streets, ya heard me
What's up Krazy, we in here
The New No Limit, code
to the streets baby
[Chorus]
Could you tell me
where my niggas at
In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
Could
you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a nigga
trapped
[Krazy]
As I inhale the weed, tears dropping
as I leave the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary
Try
to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried
This henessey got me gone, my eyes
are blurry
Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
For them bitch niggas
that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to
life
I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
I remember b-balling
with my niggas for fun
If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
Telly,
dog you know I miss you, I still got love
Just to be the man you was, I'd probably
drink your blood
[Chorus - 2x]
[Master
P]
Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
C and Mac locked up, but
we still a click
Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain
25
caught ten, man it's just a game
When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
See
our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed
I'm in a cell with three killas,
so unleash the beast
And the judge send a word about cop a plea
They say
we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
Facing life so it's strike three,
independent
Slanging records call us coke dealers
C-Murder innocent trapped,
and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us
[Chorus
- 2x]
[Krazy]
Lord please accept my nigga mail
Did
my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
I heard my nigga Mac finally gon
make bail
We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is
hell
For my dogs still slang for livings
Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
I
try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets
But my niggas don't
hear shit, when it's time to eat
And these soldiers, will bust your head if
you slipping
I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
A dopefiend at
14, look what the game done did him
I can hear his mama scream as the chopper
hit him
[Chorus - 2x]
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