Sideshow - POINTGUARD letra de (lyrics)
[Sideshow - POINTGUARD letra de lyrics]
I asked the plug where the gas
At he ain't get a duffel
So I shot him where his back at
He cabled a muscle
And I got trauma from my back back
I won't let it go
And hope God got Raekwon some chance
Back watch over his shoulder
Police asking where the stash at
I know that he talked
Only locked for one year
How you already home?
That shit hurting my soul
Really weigh on my mind
For these niggas risked my freedom man
Several times it's all good I stay solid on
My bar I won't switch
By the time you get home we'll
Have a million dollar crib
More victims on the block
More ways to get rich
I'm transcontinental with
All the pleas and the vics
Seen G's turn bitch when
Police getting pinched trees get seized
If we get caught by the D's
I told the plug right then I
Put the Glock to his knees
Like hand it over nigga you me
I'm tired of living po' I
See you living comfortably
Might shoot a nigga in the teeth and
Put the loot in my jeans
And gather all the drugs, take 'em home
And serve 'em to fiends
Fuck the fame and the claim
I want the diamond, gold, platinum, and green
Proper places plot the loveliest schemes
I'm supposed to get it
My dead homies told me all in my dreams
I'm in the beige Cam circling
And searching for fiends
And with my main mans he got the
Dog ain't box in no rings
I brought the doggie in the spot like
You seen the news you know what my niggas on
Fox5, Washington Post, whatever man
At he ain't get a duffel
So I shot him where his back at
He cabled a muscle
And I got trauma from my back back
I won't let it go
And hope God got Raekwon some chance
Back watch over his shoulder
Police asking where the stash at
I know that he talked
Only locked for one year
How you already home?
That shit hurting my soul
Really weigh on my mind
For these niggas risked my freedom man
Several times it's all good I stay solid on
My bar I won't switch
By the time you get home we'll
Have a million dollar crib
More victims on the block
More ways to get rich
I'm transcontinental with
All the pleas and the vics
Seen G's turn bitch when
Police getting pinched trees get seized
If we get caught by the D's
I told the plug right then I
Put the Glock to his knees
Like hand it over nigga you me
I'm tired of living po' I
See you living comfortably
Might shoot a nigga in the teeth and
Put the loot in my jeans
And gather all the drugs, take 'em home
And serve 'em to fiends
Fuck the fame and the claim
I want the diamond, gold, platinum, and green
Proper places plot the loveliest schemes
I'm supposed to get it
My dead homies told me all in my dreams
I'm in the beige Cam circling
And searching for fiends
And with my main mans he got the
Dog ain't box in no rings
I brought the doggie in the spot like
You seen the news you know what my niggas on
Fox5, Washington Post, whatever man