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We Still Here (feat. Fed-X & Mr. Tower)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
We Still Here (feat. Fed-X & Mr. Tower) was released on November 20, 2012 by EMPIRE Online as a part of the album DJ Fresh Presents... The Tonite Show with The Jacka
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Release DateNovember 20, 2012
LabelEMPIRE Online
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

Lyrics

Mr. Tower, aye, Fetti, yo, yeah
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
I'm so fucking high, I'm never coming down
And this a fucking chop with a hundred rounds
Every life I take, I make a hundred thou'
But I'm pushing coke 'cause, shawty, that ain't my style
I'd rather see you live, out here getting paper
But some **** wanna die, can't nothing save 'em
They my enemies, but I don't hate 'em
Another stripe so I thank 'em
**** act big then I shrank 'em
Caught up in this mob shit, so much paper
I don't live where all my cars is
California living, young **** we the largest
You know what I'm saying? Yeah
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
Rockstar living, hotels and airplanes
Where rockstar live in cocaine and heroine
Miami trips just to transport the Mary Jane
Feds come, levitate and disappear like David Blaine
We migrating, nothing you can do to stop us
Been pushing this product since Michael
Dukakis was running for president
The Caucasian get 'em so high they feel heaven sent
The whole time I'm hustling, try to stay celibate
As I sell a bit
Back on the plane eating honey roasted peanuts and stale chips
Donny Hathaway on my iPod, greatest hits song number six
Four P's in my thang, no P's no dimes
Hustle hard every, every time
**** wanna ask questions, I don't give answers
Sickness infect the game, call me young cancer
Uh
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
Big rims on the truck is how we pulled up
Walk through the metal detectors, ain't no patting us
I do the two step, holding on my caliber
The money's falling from the air, come and catch some
It came to me fast, I told 'em all cash
I done shook more bottles than Dame Dash
On a yacht with my fam, putting together the plan
And our guns never jam so that's your ass in
Got my hoes in the 'net and selling ass in
211S, 187s, bring the mask in
And life's very funny so I'm laughing
The coupe I crashed in, I'm moving fast so I passed them
You still standing by stars while the rims spin
The XJR Jag four door
My goons sitting in the cuts and they'll leave you sore
You'll never catch us, 180 on the dashboard
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
Just keep it lit and make sure everybody smoking 'cause
She got smacked 'cause I guess she forgot we was thugs
We still here ****, we ain't go nowhere
No matter who die, no matter who in jail
Written by: The Jacka
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