THE AFGHAN WHIGS - BE SWEET lyrics

[Tick Tock: Talkin]

Ay Chill where da intro at?

[Chill: Talkin]

Ay man, I aint even knowin

You got to get at Dub about that

[Tick Tock: Talkin]

Ay Dub

[Dub: Talkin]

What's up Lok

[Tick Tock: Talkin]

You got the intro ready homie

[Dub: Talkin]

Intro, Ay homles this is Holy Terror

The music speaks for itself

[Dub]

My dawg slipped, a pistol grip blasted

Caught em in his back and now I'm rappin infront his casket

Now you can't just this world my word is good as gold

Homies claim they're homies but they're phonies cause they fold

Now as it's told, stroll with me down another life

Hold on tight, cause the brightest day is your darkest night

Look to your right as you see a brother gon persue you

They were pointin like they knew you, they just jackers tryin to do you

Runnin at you ready to grab you, yellin get up off me

Cause ain't no killin you softly, you peep they deep

Now you got to reach to put em to sleep

You pour out brew for you deceased

And wish your ememies, rest in grief

That took your homies away from you like a thief

I been there if, not worst, the same places

And conversate wit killas on a first name bases

I be like what up Mike, what up I was handin what up Ron

See dont get yourself caught up in this game

Cause this game will give you a number and snatch away your name

But the world keeps turnin and I'ma keep preachin

And the Double G's be Deacons at the ghetto sermon