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Kevin Gates - Dont Panic (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Ведущий вокал
Diego Ave
Diego Ave
Программирование
Earl Hood
Earl Hood
Программирование
Eric Goudy II
Eric Goudy II
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Diego Ave
Diego Ave
Автор песен
Earl Hood
Earl Hood
Автор песен
Eric Goudy II
Eric Goudy II
Автор песен
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Diego Ave
Diego Ave
Продюсер
Earl Hood
Earl Hood
Продюсер
Eric Goudy II
Eric Goudy II
Продюсер
Matthew Desrameaux
Matthew Desrameaux
Инженер
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Миксинг-инженер
John Shullman
John Shullman
Инженер звукозаписи
Thurston McCrea
Thurston McCrea
Инженер звукозаписи
Dana Richard
Dana Richard
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Ассистент миксинг-инженера

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Fuck the rap game, I won't get it like G Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga [?] Me and gunner, 9th innin', just beat a life sentence Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face While your wife stick a knife in your kidney Bitch I'm goin' crazy, goin' all gangsta 9 milli's slangin', [?] MAC 11 rangin', jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks 40-50 shots, I'm a clean a nigga's clock Everybody gettin' whopped when we hop out Pussy better not cry now Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye No police up in the business when you get a shot and miss it 50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city What's happenin'? Don't panic, don't panic We 'bout to... get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel and nigga showed off Couldn't use your brain, now you gotta get 'em blowed off Dog, get a call, everything for the scram Don't panic, don't panic Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine Team strong as a bitch, layin' law down Everything feel the business, lay 'em all down Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out This what war 'bout, nigga, fuck that Meek men is gonna [?], we already died twice God in my heart when I gave back life I was coolin', I was tryna live a laid back life Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave Real street nigga, no pen to the page I will beef with you anywhere, any place Ugly ass btich better fall back Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk I don't mind doin' time, I'm a doin' time vet Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet? BWA, this is not BMF Everything around me convicted already Pull my clique together, built it from the inside Penitentiary rules in effect You lil' boys go to jail but you don't know how to fight? Ain't no guns back here, don't know how to make a knife Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang I done seen it go bad on the chain gang Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga Seen a nigga on a visit huggin' on his wife Get back to the cell, he another nigga's wife Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain't your brother Come to my respect, I'm a die overnight
Writer(s): Earl Hood, Eric Goudy, Kevin Gates, Diego Ave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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