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eddie money - g. twilight lyrics

eddie money lyrics
d*mn, he ran off on the plug twice
flooded his chains and rings with ice
went to l.a. copped for half the price
came back to detroit and doubled the price
yeah, that’s right he cut twice the slice
straps or his fist, he ain’t nothing nice
yeah he could shoot, yeah he could fight
jab with the left, hook with the right
detroit, eastside.. yeah he thugged out
say the wrong thing shoot up your drug house
yeah he had choppers, yeah he had nines
f*ck with black ed? somebody dying
he waiting in bushes.. slinging that iron
wasn’t playing no games.. he ain’t have time
murder he wrote, drama he bring
diamond on his pinky, look like a mood ring
life in the fast lane, whip a ferrari
had beef with that n*gga in the maserati
use to get his work from maserati rick
but in l.a. f*cked with them hoover crips
f*cked around and met the boy freeway rick
decided not to pay his tab with maserati rick
ed had heart, tough that a “mother”
started beefing with rick, demetris, and them brown brothers
only five foot five, but he was large
big baller shot caller.. head n*gga in charge
eastside n*gga, with westside swag
more bricks than a mason in his bag
a mother f*cking thug n*gga
big drug dealer
type of gangster ass n*gga that your b*tch love, n*gga
started off as a strong arm, became the plug n*gga
had a team of goons, but he’ll still bus’ triggers
yeah, he half goon.. he half mobster
expensive restaurants, steak and lobster
dropped out of school, osborne high
rick and “d” was the weed supply
sold enough trees to open up a salon
then used that money to put himself on
got the bag from rick, a brick or two
but somehow started beefing with the whole crew
but that’s the game, friends become rivals
beef with the best friends, what’s the chance of survival?
big ed.. eddie money
beat the odds, nothing funny
it’s 2019 but n*ggas copy his style
nine shots couldn’t drop him, he took it and smiled
ten pounds of jewelry around his neck
ferraris, lambos, macs and tecs
don’t think the boy soft cause he rock jewelry
his pistol screaming with fire and fury
blow thousands gambling at the night spots
vegas, miami, cali, all the hot spots
always kept a strap or two or maybe seven
started seeing big cash in ’87
here in detroit, things got scandalous
so he got new plugs out west in los angeles
ferrari, mercedes 500 se
got him on the radar of l.a.p.d
came back to detroit, with more drugs
started competing with his old plug
cutting in to the money they was trying to earn
tried to teach him a lesson, but he didn’t learn
had to dim his light, the man was a star
automatic weapons sprayed his car
took a bullet in the stomach, “sonamab*tch”
cops came to see him, but he ain’t snitch
told d.p.d. he ain’t need their help
cause when he got better he could handle it himself
had one objective and it was this
when he get right, k!ll maserati rick
laid low in mississippi the beef was intense
dirty money, legit businesses it rinsed
getting big money, building his brand still
caught rick at his carwash on 7 mile and mansfield
pulled out the strap, the trigger he pulled it
but rick was so high on coke, he didn’t feel the bullets
he laughed with that gangster charm
started shooting back, he shot ed in the arm
rick got k!lled two days later, by some other guy
but ed was in jail, airtight alibi
rick was dead, “d” faked his kidnapping
ed was back on the street overtime trapping
iced out rolex said quarter to nine
the plug’s plug serving quarters and nines
last of a era, he was the biggest boss
“contra cain” that he got from rick ross
fifty million a year, boy oh boy
two*hundred bricks of girl, twenty bricks of boy
that’s one month’s work
his goons put in work
stop the cash flow? they’d put you in the dirt
but he was with the sh*t, stayed in trouble
high*speed police chases crashed his b.m.w
crazy ass temper, he would go off
pop that trunk, guns go off
the cocaine 80’s
everyone was crazy
but he was the craziest of the crazies
guns and drugs, a vicious cycle
he had a thing for israeli rifles
candy apple beemer, trunk full of “dog”
middle finger to the feds, big ed gon’ ball
police stopped in b.m.w. sedan
cash cow, they seized three*hundred bands
got another plug, anthony medina
kilos of “harold”, kilos of “christina”
i think it was coming from cartagena
found out something in the federal subpoena
his new plug was a government witness
but it was too late to put him on the hit list
cash seizures, guns and drugs and sh*t
in ’91 he caught a thirty year bit
(d*mn, that’s f*cked up)
in ’91 he caught a thirty year bit
ouuuuuuuuuu*weeeeee!!!!
big ed hanserd!!!
detroit!
cocaine 80’s!!!

(laugher)

the little man with the big money and the big guns and the big cars and all the fine women

(laugher)

crazy stupid fruity
rooti tooti, fresh and fruity

(laugher)

sparkling stones all in his yellow gold, huh bruh?

(laugher)

yeah

- g twilight lyrics

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