Conway The Machine - Pavement lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Pavement lyrics]
Yeah it's all real, nigga
This shit for my niggas, man
This shit for all my niggas yeah
It's all real look, Look
I do this shit for Machine Gun Black
Traded my talent to rap to
Get Machine Gun back
Ask around, they'd tell you Machine run rap
When I'm still in the hood
Letting my machine gun clap
Rest in peace Quan
We was just smoking in my kitchen
Not even ten days later a nigga
Smoked him and I miss him
There's some shooters I know
That's in position you see 'em
Make sure you lock 'em in the
Scope so you don't miss 'em
It's curtains if my niggas catch him
Like Harold and Mielenz
They left them at the intersection
The streets giving lessons
It's like I've been to more funerals
Than I've been to weddings
And the shit is depressing
Can't leave the house unless I
Pick up my chrome
I'm tired of hearing bad news when
I pick up my phone
One of my man's little sisters
Got hit in the dome
Pour some liquor turn this shit up
I promise you not alone
I lost some real ones to these streets
(Rest in peace, nigga)
I know that one day we'll meet again
If you ever lost some real
One in these streets
Light up your brain drink away the pain
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
This for them niggas that sold
Drugs for the sport
Federal sentence are finger to the
Judge in the court
When he heard all of them numbers
He ain't even bust
His own homies snitched on him, damn
Where's the love? D Black got clapped
I cried for a week straight
When Big Dog got bodied
I couldn't sleep straight
The last time I seen rock n roll Pete face
We was probably laughing at
Jim's havin' a cheesesteak
Pour out some liquor for my niggas I lost
Used to think about Doughboy when
I was whipping the salt
Break the sour diesel down and
Then I twist the cigar
Niggas almost killed me, only twisted my jaw
When Prodigy died, that shit hurt
My nigga Lord Flee called
My phone going berzerk
And that shit hurt me more
'cause I felt his pain
So we gon' hold this grimy
Shit down in Prodigy name, motherfucker
I lost some real ones to these streets
(Rest in peace, nigga)
I know that one day we'll meet again
If you ever lost some real
One in these streets
Light up your brain drink away the pain
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
This shit for my niggas, man
This shit for all my niggas yeah
It's all real look, Look
I do this shit for Machine Gun Black
Traded my talent to rap to
Get Machine Gun back
Ask around, they'd tell you Machine run rap
When I'm still in the hood
Letting my machine gun clap
Rest in peace Quan
We was just smoking in my kitchen
Not even ten days later a nigga
Smoked him and I miss him
There's some shooters I know
That's in position you see 'em
Make sure you lock 'em in the
Scope so you don't miss 'em
It's curtains if my niggas catch him
Like Harold and Mielenz
They left them at the intersection
The streets giving lessons
It's like I've been to more funerals
Than I've been to weddings
And the shit is depressing
Can't leave the house unless I
Pick up my chrome
I'm tired of hearing bad news when
I pick up my phone
One of my man's little sisters
Got hit in the dome
Pour some liquor turn this shit up
I promise you not alone
I lost some real ones to these streets
(Rest in peace, nigga)
I know that one day we'll meet again
If you ever lost some real
One in these streets
Light up your brain drink away the pain
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
This for them niggas that sold
Drugs for the sport
Federal sentence are finger to the
Judge in the court
When he heard all of them numbers
He ain't even bust
His own homies snitched on him, damn
Where's the love? D Black got clapped
I cried for a week straight
When Big Dog got bodied
I couldn't sleep straight
The last time I seen rock n roll Pete face
We was probably laughing at
Jim's havin' a cheesesteak
Pour out some liquor for my niggas I lost
Used to think about Doughboy when
I was whipping the salt
Break the sour diesel down and
Then I twist the cigar
Niggas almost killed me, only twisted my jaw
When Prodigy died, that shit hurt
My nigga Lord Flee called
My phone going berzerk
And that shit hurt me more
'cause I felt his pain
So we gon' hold this grimy
Shit down in Prodigy name, motherfucker
I lost some real ones to these streets
(Rest in peace, nigga)
I know that one day we'll meet again
If you ever lost some real
One in these streets
Light up your brain drink away the pain
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
Pour out some liquor to the pavement