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dark hearted - freddie gibbs lyrics

[intro]
yeah (sp*ce rabbit)
yeah*yeah (yeah)
yeah*yeah (sp*ce rabbit push a sp*ce coupe straight out of monaco, yeah)
i pray the choppa never jam on me, yeah
i pray the lord puts his hands on me (yeah), yeah*yeah
i pray the choppa never jam

[verse 1]
.30*30 in my hands
dea and detective done got me cuffed on that ambulance
n*gga ain’t no solvin’ no murders, welcome to murderland
send a hit and scratch off a hit, b*tch, i’m the murder man
pray the lord puts his hands on me
and i know i took a risk with this sh*t when i put my hands on it
all my enemies watchin’, they plot and plan on me
they gon’ end up one of them dead homies
[pre*chorus]
’cause how can a n*gga stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
p*ssy n*ggas ran on me when it’s time to shoot
motherf*ck a friend, get them b*tches out my crew
i know you wouldn’t f*ck with me if i didn’t have no loot
’cause i’m the one that push a hard line
tell me what n*ggas know about hard times
empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
i know some b*tch n*ggas that snitch, n*ggas on my side
still a rich n*gga with mob ties

[chorus]
’cause, n*gga, we was locked in
me and six of my n*ggas in one apartment
we was pushin’ that molly, powder and hard ten
back when b*tches, they used to play with my heart then
police might shoot me and k!ll me over my dark skin
man, this game got me dark*hearted
smoke a chain like a alcoholic, don’t get me started
i thought we was gon’ thug it out to the end
but i guess that sh*t just wasn’t on the plans
i pray this choppa never jam

[verse 2]
.30*30 in my hands
shoot him if he ain’t doa, we shoot up the ambulance
n*gga ain’t no solvin’ no murders, welcome to murderland
bulletproof my sh*t, they might hit it, b*tch, i’m the murder man
dead n*gga put his hands on me
i might pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie
swear my friends turnin’ fed on me (b*tch)
man, they p*ssy n*ggas, might take a stand on me
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[pre*chorus]
but how can a n*gga stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
p*ssy n*ggas ran on me when it’s time to shoot
she think i’m her man, baby, i’m just knockin’ boots
i know you wouldn’t f*ck with me if i didn’t have no loot
’cause i’m the one that push a hard line
tell me what b*tches know about hard times
empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
know some b*tch n*ggas that snitch, n*ggas on my side
still a rich n*gga with mob ties

[outro]
i pray this choppa never jam (yeah*yeah)
i pray this choppa never jam on me (yeah*yeah)
i pray the lord puts his hands on me (yeah*yeah)
i pray this choppa never jam
i pray this choppa never jam (yeah*yeah)
i pray this choppa never jam on me (yeah*yeah)
i pray the lord puts his hands on me (yeah*yeah)

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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