Well Lyrics - Singles - Slimm Calhoun

Y'all playin' with this game 

And it's a damn shame 

Yeah 

This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it 

If your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinnin' 

Before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished 

Niggaz is all washed up without a swallow in they cup 

'Cuz every time a chicken cluck, you trickin' a buck 

You pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin' up the re-up 

That's the ones with big talk and no game 

Spendin' chips but no change 

All the dope and no caine, war stories but no pain 

The same ones that pop lip then flag ship 

Then gotta hip skip before real niggaz pop clips 

You better hop hip 

Well, well, well, well 

Well, well, well, well 

Niggaz slum and slimmed out 

Chevy's is primed out 

Hit traps and grind out 

What's poppin', let's find out 

Well, well, well, well 

Well, well, well, well 

College Park 

To Adams ville 

Calhoun 

And Killa Kill 

Got 'dro and plenty pills 

Cuttin' blows, hoes and dip 

Well, well, well, well 

Well, well, well, well 

In God, I trust and in the crowds I bust 

Smokin' weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dust 

It's harder to feel pain when my brains is mush 

I know it's fucked up, how fathers turn they back on us 

And our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up 

Slime-ass po-po right in the back of us 

Connected muthafuckas got better crack than us 

But rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like us 

Hear sirens coming and continue to bust 

Lustful ways, livin' in these mistrustful days 

Who said crime don't pay, niggaz out here cockin' K's 

Don't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste 

One pine box, one case, I'll block yo place 

I beat niggaz senseless for Jordans and sixty dollars 

Pinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collars 

In the back of a Impala, all to deliver pain 

Twist her frame and hear her holler 

So savage that it's gettin' harder 

For me to see redemption in tomorrow 

So far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to follow 

I'm gulping vodka, I'm killin' sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle 

So depressed and sick and Slimm young and gifted 

I'm just sick and twisted 

Well, well, well, well 

Well, well, well, well 

Corner-clockin', in the backroom work-choppin' 

From Biscayne to Boat rockin', one-stop shoppin' 

Guarded by glock and cash, ain't no stoppin' 

They party pill-droppin' till all the drawers droppin' 

'Droed up, my niggaz stay poured up, sho nuff 

Hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up? 

We got that heat, so you better drop that beef 

Before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap 

Stay at the gun show in a Range cockin' new thangs 

Like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang 

Come on 

Well, well, well, well 

Well, well, well, well