Vince Gill

Vince Gill - The Radio


Mama put me out at only fourteen

So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine

Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick

Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah

My mama's only son

But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one

Every nigga and they mama askin why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die

But if I die or should I say if I go

Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go

Cause tomorrow aint promised to me

The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary

So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip

Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips

When ya think about that you say "it'll be on"

Its a trip youre here today but the next day youre gone

One day youre here, baby

But then youre gone (repeat)

Bun B

This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama

Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers

Now they got yo life in the former they in like California

Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana

Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna

Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner

Behind a funky-ass dice game

I saw once before he died wished it was twice mayn

I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib

Lettin us act bad not givin a fuck what we did

When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end

And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin

My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten

But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin in

So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin zone

Cause one day you here but the next day you gone

One day you here baby

But then youre gone (repeat)

Pimp C

I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime

Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line

Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes

Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights

Niggas be lookin shife so I look shife back

Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked

Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me

This bitches tryin to lock me up for the whole century

They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19

I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean

My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar

My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire

And then when I got on my knees that night to pray

I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away

Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home

Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone

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