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Final Call
337
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Final Call został wydany 4 lipca 1995 przez Suave House jako część albumu Anotha Day Anotha Balla
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Data wydania4 lipca 1995
WytwórniaSuave House
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM85

Kredyty

Tekst Utworu

Check yourself
You gotta snap some collars and let them motherfuckers know
You there to take them out anytime you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise you ain't shit
Yes, Mike
Are you ready? Yes, Mike
Are you strapped? Yes, Mike
Yes, Mike
Alright, it's me and Mike late night mobbing up the strip
Now ante up your squad, we gon' see if we handle this
Misfortune in the man or the men
You intrude my vicinity, fool, where's your enemy?
Dead, D-E-A-D
Now what could you do for me to pull a gun on you?
Well, let's see, any form of checkin' me
Disrespectin' me is something that you seldom see
I look at Mike, he looks at me
I hit the swisher sweet, wipe the sweat from my OT
Only one block left and it's showtime
Stress on my mind got me wanting to kill my own kind
There they go, do or die, die or do
If you don't get him, him gonna get you
Leave the Park Avenue at the end of the street
'Cause the rest of the creep will be done on feet
Keep your head down low, we headed for the front door
He strapped with the nine, I got the four-four
So ding-dong, sing a song of some suckers
Gettin' served like busters by them SC hustlers
Rush the fool to the ground, askin' what's up now
Do you recall who's the first **** to tell you lay it down?
Heard the sounds of a gat, it came from the back
The scene went slow-mo, Mike caught a cap
Hold up, baby, don't die on me
Don't die on me, baby
Stay up, ****
Stay calm, ****
Stay calm, ****
Chill, ****
I ain't goin' nowhere, ****
I'm here, I ain't goin' nowhere
I'm with you, fool
Fuck that, I'm chillin'
A vigilante speaks my mind
No one to set trip, everything has been dealt with, I'm left behind
These **** didn't know me from a can of paint
I wipe the blood off my face, catch me when I faint
The OG that I am, that I was pushed the panic button
And I can hear 'em cussin'
Waitin' on me to revive
From the slugs that was shoved in my back, will I die?
Is it too late to retaliate? Why couldn't they drag me?
Commits to tie my hands up and gag me
As a result, I'm bleeding life or death
As a result, I'm seeing strife and stress
And I can't rest
The peace that was granted me
Could you give it? 'Cause hell ain't no place for a man to be
I'm starting to miss my kinfolks
So let them know that you know I was down from the get-go
I left a daughter to be raised by another man
The black marks on my hands got me where I am
Is there really life after death?
Or did you mean one life to live like I seen on the screen?
A different shadow walks behind me
I'm trying to find my homies, but my homies can't find me
And as I leave, don't you dare cry
Just play the game harder, get smarter
Ain't no sorrow as your boy dies
Say hi (Hi) to my little friend (To my little friend)
It's 187 (187) when we murder them (When we murder them)
Say hi (Hi) to my little friend (To my little friend)
It's 187 (187) when we murder them (When we murder them)
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