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I silently swear that I'd never snitch
All my niggas in heaven
We test the bomb in my home
That's the code to the streets
I got y'all letters man
I see you niggas be busy
They know you listenin'
We in here
The new no-lip
Code to the streets baby
Could you tell me where my niggas at
In the pits of the grave I never figured that
I never figured that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped
It's Iron Hell,
the beat is dropping As I leave the cemetery
My niggas in the ground now Damn this life is scary
Tryna hold in my pain I drink till
I'm weary This inner seed got me gone
My eyes are blurry Face to face with reality
My dog is gone For them bitch niggas that did it
I finger * my crone And my dogs in the pen
Doing 50 of the life I'm a soldier till I die
Motherfuck three strikes I remember speedballing with
my niggas before If I bust then you bust I gave you my
gun Tell your dog you know I miss you I still got love
Just to be the man you was I'd probably drink your blood
Could you tell me where my niggas at In the pits of the grave I
never figured that Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped Could you tell me
where my niggas at In the pits of the grave I never figured that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped
Kevin Miller you gone But you always miss
Seeing Mack locked up But we still a clique
Receive letters from the pen Homies feel my pain
25 cop 10 Man it's just a game
When the DA and the prosecutors know my lawyer
See our skin tone is black so our time is
boring I'm in a cell with three killers so unleash
the beast And the judge send a word about cop
a plea They say we ignorant cause we can't breathe
Uneducated facing life so to strike three
Independent slinging records call us coke dealers
See murder innocent trapped And we
gone fight it so the world can feel
us
Could you tell me where my niggas at In
the pits of the grave I never figured that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped
Could you tell me where my niggas at In
the pits of the grave I never figured that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped
Lord please accept my nigga mail Did
my homies sell his soul took it out of
jail I heard my nigga Mack finally gone make bail
We bossing hot boy * trying to make
mail The drought is hell but my dog still
slaying for living Thank God black Jesus is forgiven
I try to tell my lil homies ain't no love of the streets
But my niggas don't give a * when it's time to eat
And these soldiers will punch your head if you slipping
I feel like my dog peed nigga I ain't tripping
A dope feed at 14 look what the gang done did him
I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
Feel it now
Could you tell me where my niggas at In
the pits of the grave I never figured that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped
Could you tell me where my niggas at In
the pits of the grave I never figured that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I just did Project Grips Got a nigga trapped