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Time Is Gone Nigga - Bloods Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: B bloods | Published: 2024-20-09T15:59:02:00+07:00

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[o.g.]
bailin’ up out the east side, ready to go, hittin’ the door
n-ggas goin’ down and dropped tops with them triple gold
thangs, but now us slobs ain’t givin’ a f-ck
about a copper tryin’ to stop us, sayin’ f-ck them hoes, we stackin’ ’em up
and to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player
n-ggas up in my city cluckin’ the most grip, we all into birds
and it’s worth to the n-ggas in my – hood
that’s movin’ a motherf-ckin’ thangs doin’ real – good
know y’all, what’s up boy, yo without love and tell it’s hard
all my n-ggas is comin’ up and gettin’ large
droppin’ the top and never to drop a motherf-ckin’ dime
homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time
the consequences is a real b-tch
but n-ggas should know what’s worth than your word
so you best to clock your f-ckin’ grip
n-ggas don’t wreck yourself but get your f-ckin’ grind on
go for the k!ll so you can chill ‘fore your f-ckin’ time’s gone, n-ggas

[green eyes]
now i’m bailin’ down the four, n-gga, bhakis creased
then i laugh when i hear a crab – hollerin’ about peace
n-gga must be brazy, that sh-t ain’t in my vocab
i put a cap in his -ss and leave his -ss in a rehab
then head to the hospital, my job ain’t done
i wanna bee his -ss b-tch feet deep, and then some
leavin’ motherf-ckers in a big hole
went to scoop up young leak, hops and my n-gga dogg
pops lit up one of those fat–ss blunts
now i’m high as f-ck, n-gga, on the crab hunt
the first crab i bee, my mind goes hostile
i load the gun and put one in his nostrils
for disrespecting
i’m knowin’ for checkin’ a ricket
tryin’ to come to – low key and bickin’
with this motherf-ckin’ dog hollerin’ “what’s up blood!?”
1-0-4 like i said, always draped in red
and if i hear you say “crab” then n-gga it’s on
and your -ss’ll die – before your time is gone

[big wy & lil’ stretch]
now tell me who the f-ck’s next up on this mic?
c-k big wy finna punch out your f-ckin’ life
here comes the smasher, straight crab crusher
k!llin’ all rickets, baby mamas and crab lovers
well boy, f-ck all these n-ggas wearin’ all that flue sh-t
i f-ck up sh-t and i likes to k!ll f-ckin’ rips
we roll on them n-ggas if them n-ggas hangin’ out
roll up to them n-ggas blow they motherf-ckin’ brains out
buck his motherf-ckin’ brains, let these n-ggas story ain’t bullsh-t
empty yo clip and show these crabs who they’re f-ckin’ with
c-k ridin’, damu ridin’
motherf-ckin’ bounty hunters five line pridin’
now tell me motherf-ckin’ crab n-gga what’s stoppin’ ya?
the y.g. gangsta regulator crenshaw mafia
n-ggas better recognize some k!llers in your f-ckin’ face
n-ggas gettin’ slapped – with the motherf-ckin’ tec, b-tch
i c-k all day, all the motherf-ckin’ time
it’s in my mind all the time, n-gga 1-0-9
c-k ridin’ is the motherf-ckin’ mission
k!llin’ all crabs, makin’ n-ggas come up missing
m and l, l and the m, now all the sh-t is good
west/side is the hood, neighborhood, call it inglewood
n-gga where i’m from? the motherf-ckin’ projects
where n-ggas get wrecked and they motherf-ckin’ chin checked
bust ’em in his motherf-ckin’ face, let these n-ggas know
you from the five and i’m from the 1-0-4
we shootin’ them motherf-ckin’ crabs everyday for fun and don’t forget
n-ggas been down every since motherf-ckin’ day one
i smoke bud! f-ck these n-ggas smokin’ loop
i ?hear? woop woop when i scream woop out the f-ckin’ coupe
i got them motherf-ckin’ bhakis and a t-shirt
blast throw the cap ready to put in work
the motherf-ckin’ wy ?period? to the f-ckin’ big
i went to century and fig’ i’m ready to spray on you motherf-cker
n-gga i’m a soldier, holdin’ f-ckin’ boulders
n-ggas wanna run up, you suckers, i told you
i thought you to the motherf-ckers know a n-gga told you
crenshaw and century and play on figueroa
so never forget when you’re f-ckin’ with these soldiers
big wy and lil’ stretch, n-gga, yes we (i) told you

f-ck you punk–ss n-ggas, n-gga
big wy ain’t sayin’ bullsh-t, n-gga
c n-ggas better recognize
biiiaaatch!
west side m and the l
east side!
ballin’ on these n-gga
crenshaw mafia for life
regulatin’ n-ggas out n-gga
you know i don’t give a f-ck n-gga
i’m ready f-ckin up this sh-t
it’s on n-gga
yeah
it’s on n-gga

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