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heartless - big hit, hit-boy & the alchemist lyrics

[intro]
the soul needs helping
we have been put in the position somehow
you will be helped
and your soul—

[verse 1]
suited up, ready for y’all
hunnid shot yoppers holdin’ steady for y’all
slang hot b*lls at b*tch n*ggas and cops
hit the gate, then i’m off to a whole ‘nother block
while the ghetto bird flock, i’m in the house pitchin’ rocks
couple bad b*tches, in they mouth is a c*ck
in my hands, two glocks, ain’t no slippin’ at all
feds hit the door, i’m lettin’ off the dracos
just so you know, pasadena ain’t safe
i’ll put you somewhere quiet if you in need of a break
only lead is you stank, b*tch n*gga, i told y’all
put that one ninety on ya body and scold y’all
fold you n*ggas up in the trunks, get kidnapped
march you to the spot, crack the safe and get that
desert eagle aimin’ straight where your ribs at
if you don’t get smoked, end up with that sh*t pack
a mood, known to leave b*tch n*ggas woozy
smellin’ that aroma straight fire from uzis
you f*ck n*ggas losin’ me, think it’s a joke?
let’s go to war and see who survive the gun smoke, uh
[chorus]
real n*gga
heartless, f*ck how ya feel n*gga
showin’ these bustas how to build they figures
how to break down a brick and build a corporate building
uh, boy, i bangs for real
n*gga, where i’m from, it ain’t strange to k!ll
catch me in ya hood, i came for skrill
pitchin’ hot b*lls out this stainless steel

[interlude]
so, you mean some of your friends been k!lled?
yeah, simple cause
what’s the simple cause?
that’s how we feel
we die, it’s like, we gon’ k!ll one of them
one of them dying

[verse 2]
you n*ggas better off slashin’ ya wrist
set you up with a b*tch, then i’m sn*tchin’ ya bricks
don’t slip, i’m hungry when it comes to them chips
n*gga, f*ck the irs, damu’s repossess ya soul
the trouble you in get ya body mauled
bubble ya skin, leave ya one ninety scarred
this dog with bl**dy paws or bloodier jaws
box you up, ship you off straight to ya boss
n*ggas don’t wanna see me when the beef is on
have ya baby mama screamin’ “little keith is gone”
my heat strong, silencer and beam is chrome
run up on ya, late night then i lean ya dome
don’t condone no hoes or no fake time n*ggas
roll with great crime n*ggas
the type that never snitch or hesitate to take time, n*gga
we carry weight type n*ggas
you n*ggas b*tches, i heard it through the grapevine, n*gga
ain’t no break time, blood, the ak is cold
i got sh*lls to load, hails ya home, burnin’ ya bones
let the truth be exposed
the reason you bleedin’ is war season, more feinin’, my heater be eatin’, uh
[chorus]
real n*gga
heartless, f*ck how ya feel n*gga
showin’ these bustas how to build they figures
how to break down a brick and build a corporate building
uh, boy, i bangs for real
n*gga, where i’m from, it ain’t strange to k!ll
catch me in ya hood, i came for skrill
pitchin’ hot b*lls out this stainless steel

[outro]
it ain’t got nothin’ to do with money
that’s protectin’ ya homeboys
watchin’ out for one another
some of y’all, y’all don’t watch out—
you wouldn’t die for him, would you?
you sayin’ that now on tv, but you wouldn’t die for him for real
i’ll die for my homeboy
yeah, i’ll die for my homeboy
and this is something, you can do a little bit of something everyday
to help your insides, you see
like, like, like, like
ya, ya insides are more important

- big hit hit boy the alchemist lyrics

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