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John Mayall

Genres: Rock

Unanswered Questions Lyrics - John Mayall

Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down 

Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down 

Watching fools servin' found 

Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches 

And getting bitches with plenty riches 

And if you bang homie, do that 

But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that 

And all you see is the glamor and gold 

Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold 

Your destiny is in your hands, you got control 

Wasting time with your life until your ass is old 

Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp 

Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp 

 

Can't fuck with, what you asked for 

Sometimes you just should let go 

Get what you need and not want 

Some folks believe and some don't 

These are the ones that don't last 

Hard head makes soft ass 

But it was something that I had to have 

I just had to have 

 

What's crackin' gangsta 

Little woe G sake with a bang loose 

Dickie sagging how should kicking it 

Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you 

Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya 

I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering 

A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop 

Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt 

Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf 

Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother 

You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker 

Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block 

Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead 

Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious 

For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper 

And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga 

 

Can't fuck with, what you asked for 

Sometimes you just should let go 

Get what you need and not want 

Some folks believe and some don't 

These are the ones that don't last 

Hard head makes soft ass 

But it was something that I had to have 

I just had to have 

 

Murder, murder, murder 

 

I don't wanna die 

I'm trying to live, trying to survive 

Murder, murder, murder 

 

I don't wanna die 

I'm trying to live, trying to survive 

Niggas done got the game twisted 

Yet if these bustas pump 'em up 

And just start division, fool listen 

Life is like a grab shot 

You can either hit the jackpot 

Stack a not and get a calf shot 

 

Live you life homie 

Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked 

And moms put a block on the phone 

You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone 

 

All alone in the streets it was on 

But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone 

Your on your own 

 

Until the youth, I spit to you 

They call me G dub and I spit the truth 

 

Can't fuck with, what you asked for 

Sometimes you just should let go 

Get what you need and not want 

Some folks believe and some don't 

These are the ones that don't last 

Hard head makes soft ass 

But it was something that I had to have 

I just had to have 

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