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elm street - jimmy wopo lyrics

[intro]
uh huh, uh, one thirteen nine seven n-gga
a legend was made n-gga, uh
tune the f-ck in, turn me up n-gga
lord forgive me for my sins, real sh-t

[verse 1]
out here gang bangin’, i was born in the ninties
’bout eleven, twelve, when i first decided
what the f-ck i’ma claim, who the f-ck i’ma ride with
b-tch i’m eight block for life so i got that sh-t tatted
t’d up on these n-ggas like the offensive lineman
youngin clockin’ out, i was putting that time in
n-ggas steady hating ’cause they jumped in behind me
i said f-ck it, get this money, i’ma k!ll ’em with kindness
sh-t was adding up, now it’s starting to minus
used to shoot it out, it was easy to find us
now we getting older, it’s just homework and science
before i come up out the crib i gotta peep through the blinds
rocked jeans and my nikes, in the ‘jects shooting dice
lil deck to my left, top dawg to my right
pull up to the light, double cup with some ice
glock 17, if i don’t up it quick ‘gainst them, that’s my life
in the hood where i’m from you go through sh-t you don’t like
if your daddy was a rat then your -ss is a mice
go get your brother, get your cousin, n-ggas taking your bike
it’s jimmy wop, he offed an opp, don’t make me do this sh-t twice

[chorus]
one, two, make me come up out that roof
three, four, better watch that back door
five, six, b-tch we finna do a hit
seven, eight, hundred shots in my ak
nine, ten, you can’t see behind the tint
lord, forgive me for my sins
lord, forgive me for my sins
lord, forgive me for my sins

[verse 2]
i got n-ggas throwing bricks for free
i got n-ggas doing hits for cheap
make it thunder n-gga, okc
on mcscary with my k!llers n-gga, free kd
used to be my friends now they my enemies
since elementary knew i’ll see penitentiaries
been a bad lil n-gga, no common sense for me
i ain’t never had sh-t up under the christmas tree
it’s a mystery, scooby doo
uzi made ’em do the hula hoop
choppa make ’em chicken noodle soup
i got some hitters like to toot and boot
rubber handle, f-ck a wrestle, n-gga no farooq
donkey kong clips let that banana shoot
on my pokémon sh-t, i let it peek at you
spin blocks, spin back again, that sh-t like deja vu

- jimmy wopo lyrics

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