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Now
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Now was released on January 22, 2016 by Below System Records as a part of the album Def By Stereo
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Release DateJanuary 22, 2016
LabelBelow System Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beat Bruisers
Beat Bruisers
Performer
Ruste Juxx
Ruste Juxx
Performer
Pawz One
Pawz One
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Bruisers
Beat Bruisers
Producer

Lyrics

Dance with the devil, mom told me to pray
Only time we dressed up was to go to a wake
Had to man up fast, wipe them tears off your face
Dirty from the get go, never saw a clean slate
When times got shitty, still stayed witty
The Bridge City, crime committee
Even sunny days had rain on my coat
Living in the fast lane with the pills and the dope
You could get your cap peeled by the cold steel
In my mom dukes Oldsmobile
Dope drugs with a deal, Ludacris and J-Dog
Bunch of bad seeds probably never see God
Only time will tell 'til the burial plot
Putting hands on bitches like a nail shop
When I drop a verse it's like they ducking shots
Yo, we all growed up, still fuck the cops
Cops screaming get down, get down, get down, get down
Put your pistol in the air, just pop off some rounds
Rest in peace to your people in the ground
If we don't see tomorrow, be here right now
We lost too many in the streets that raised us
Bad role models for the kids that praised us
Territory bang outs, murder for the money
Kicks ran over and my clothes was bummy
So you know I had to get that cash
Try to bust a lick on my strip, I'ma whip that ass
Life on the line everyday for sure
Sell a pound in a hour, got a ounce to blow
Getting fly for the bitches, tote a .45 for the snitches
Send 'em to the motherfucking morgue
R.I.P. to my motherfucking dog
Killa cartel creeping out the motherfucking smog
Mad fucking wakes I went to
**** fell victim to the streets and the shit we was into
And to your family, I send my condolences
187, Y'all **** know what time it is
Cops screaming get down, get down, get down, get down
Put your pistol in the air, just pop off some rounds
Rest in peace to your people in the ground
If we don't see tomorrow, be here right now
My homie told me to grind
Never look back, you won't like what you find
Can't blow up with the bullshit so leave it behind
When you make it to the top, share the light when you shine
Had me feeling like that top spot was rightfully mine
The crime shit was too strong, fell into it deep
His own hood got him when it shot him in his sleep
Gamblin' this game, there ain't no dice to roll
It's nice to know someone's paying twice the toll
Leave his body in the street, sending Christ his soul
Devil's paradise, hot as hell but nights are cold
Put holes in his mama just for giving him life
Kill 'em all if you catch 'em with his kid and his wife
Who fights fair? Watching nightmares unfolding from a high chair
Overdoses have taken some of my closest
It's like a hypnosis, only focus on vendettas
Respected by the G's, plus every other letter, motherfucker
Cops screaming get down, get down, get down, get down
Put your pistol in the air, just pop off some rounds
Rest in peace to your people in the ground
If we don't see tomorrow, be here right now
Written by: Daniel Ismael Real, Joel Luna, Thomas Nicolas Tobar, Tiago Uriel Pacheco Lezcano
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