When Them Killaz Call — текст песни (Steady Mobb`n f C-Murder)

- opening interlude: C-Murder, (Crooked Eye)

{*phone rings*}
Hello, hello
Yo, Crook (Sup?)
(What`s up nigga?)
Bavgate nigga, I need ya
(What`s happenin` nigga?)
There`s war on my team, you heard me?
Come ride wit` me nigga, these muthafuckaz playin` wit` us, dog
(Where they at nigga?)
Fuck all that dumb shit nigga
(Man where they at?)
You gon` ride wit` me or what?
(Man you know this nigga)

Bavgate:
Writin` letters from my jail cell
I`m gettin` pictures in my mail,
I`m burnin` fools like the flames in hell
Dear God, please forgive me for my sins
I`m tryin` to have my own,
although he know it`s hard for his ghetto kids
I`m gettin` luchie every day before the shift change (shift change)
After the prison got me trapped up in the street game
My bullet holes turned you boy into a scytso
When my real niggaz call, I`ma roll
Still somikn` my weed, fillin` my drink I`m the king of the O
Ready to die for the Tank nigga
So, pick up your phone and dial, I`m your muthafuckin` thug pal
When them muthafuckin` killaz call

Chorus: Crooked Eye (C-Murder) 4x
(When the killaz call)
Would you ride, would you die for me
(Come runnin` when them killaz call)
With my back agoinst the wall and them killaz come call for me

C-Murder (Crokked Eye):
When them killaz call they always seem to call me first
Cause I`m know, for puttin` niggaz up in the black hurse
Strech limos in the convo with the lights on
And at the grave pourin` liquor on your tombstone
Ready to ride at the drop of a dime and tote 9`s
Concealed weapons on my muthafuckin` wasteline
My beeper beep 187 so I know it`s real
My niggaz love me for my muthafuckin` murder skills
I dressed in black, in a `Lac, woth two Macks, and it`s a pity
`Bout to turn your whjole set, into chopper city
I bring the drama like you spit on my momma
You can`t hide when I ride nigga, cause I`ma find ya
(Now tell me)

Chorus: Crooked Eye (C-Murder) 4x

Crooked Eye:
Would you ride for me, step in front a bullet, if it fly for me
Lie for me, buck the world, nigga die for me
I`m livin` fast, so any day could be my last
I`m a soldier, runnin` from the rollers, huh
I`m ghetto livin`, tryin` to survive escapin` prison
Bein` a hawk in heaven, paper was my only mission
So if I fall, promise you gon` murder `em all
Pour some liqour for your nigga,
spray my name on the wall (On the wall)
To all the soldiers, I ask would you ride for me
When my back`s against the wall and them killaz come call for me
See every nigga with a pistol ain`t gon` pull it
And every nigga that say they down ain`t gon` step, in front no bullet
Now tell me nigga...

Chorus: Crooked Eye (C-Murder) 4x

Would you ride?
Would you ride?



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