Testo Wayne's Story - King Von
Testo della canzone Wayne's Story (King Von), tratta dall'album Welcome to O'Block
Banger
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My young nigga 14 (14)
He ridin' 'round with that pole on 'em (uh-huh)
See, shorty 'bout that life (yeah)
Ain't nan nigga finna go on 'em (nah, nah)
We was on the block shootin' dice
When some grown nigga just stole on 'em (damn)
He hopped up with that pole on 'em
He ain't say nothin', he just blowed on 'em (boom, boom, boom)
See, shorty 'bout that life (uh-huh)
It was five witnesses, local citizens (damn, damn)
And shorty ain't think twice (nah)
He just up and did the shit like he ain't give a shit
Bullets hit his top, pop a ligament (boom, boom)
One to the head, shorty finished him (boom, boom)
The whole city know that shorty killin' shit (damn)
And he ain't go to jail, yeah, shorty lit (damn)
Five years later, shorty still the truth (huh?)
He think that he famous, he be on the news
He 'on't give a damn, he be skippin' school (nah)
Breakin' all the rules, givin' niggas blues
School or the streets, shorty gotta choose (huh?)
He picked the wrong one, shorty finna lose (damn)
He 'on't even hustle, shorty act some fool
And he ain't got no money, shorty should've hooped
Fuck that, ski mask, quick way
Give a fuck what you think, nigga, gotta get the rent paid
Can't get a job, got more bodies than Tay-K
You was in the safe way, he was in the gang way (gang way)
He got the drop, found out where Lil Wayne stay
Lil Wayne been havin' bowls for a decade
Lil Wayne, he ain't play, he a headache
But shorty ain't care, he was ready (what?)
Now shorty creeped up to the back door (huh?)
And there's cameras all around this nigga crib
I 'on't know why shorty did that for (why he do that?)
Lil Wayne saw him come out through the threshold (what?)
Couldn't believe, lil' shorty was that bold (what?)
Lil Wayne tried to shoot, shorty let go (boom, boom)
Lil Wayne here bleedin', it was close
Few more shots, he looked up, shorty got ghost
Now it's war outside (yeah)
Don't get outside (outside)
You ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)
They do a homicide (homicide)
You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)
Better stay inside (stay inside)
Or nigga you gon' die (damn, damn)
Wayne mad, this shit gettin' old (huh?)
He hot, this beef get cold
He gettin' tired shootin' up the nigga home
He ain't never there, lil' nigga always gone
Every call he get, he thirsty (he thirsty)
He saw his cousin and murked him (he murked him)
Broad day, driveway, at church (at church)
His auntie son had hurt him (boom, boom)
Now shorty cryin', at the funeral, suit and a tie
Looked auntie straight in her eyes
Whoever did this shit gon' die
Whoever did this, mama, don't cry
He slide, I slide, we slide
Ain't stoppin' 'til one of us die
Ain't stoppin' 'til one of us die (boom)
Now it's war outside (yeah)
Don't get outside (outside)
You ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)
They do a homicide (homicide)
You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)
Better stay inside (stay inside)
Or nigga you gon' die
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Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
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