DJ Pain 1 - Last Supper lyrics
rate meIt’s a hunger pain that makes niggas hateful
That’s why you can’t break bread with the ungrateful
It’s a hunger pain that makes niggas hateful
It’s a hunger, it’s a hunger ..
It’s a hunger pain that makes niggas hateful
That’s why you can’t break bread with the ungrateful
He can’t look in your eye, he can’t face you
Waiting for to try he can’t wait to,
I’d rather die out here chillin the place to
I had a 9 to 5 I saw base 2,
I feed the shit out of niggas, I got a pace too
And when I eat I miss your everybody 8-2
Only God can judge em, all these niggas can do it
Great you, they probably underestimate you
But still, f*ck how he gonna feel? F*ck I know the deal
Last supper is the three cause meal, last supper
All I see is G’s say .. to say
Guns we keep, ???
Money from the street, money from the label, money
Ridin out and pop, like the nigga failed
Ridin out to bed, like the nigga gutter
You ain’t ridin’, f*ck you nigga I ain’t stutter
But the gun is stutter, rat the tat tat tat mother*cker
Little nigga respect Elvis, let the pretty bitches that got down like ..
Blanco next coop stash in the ??
Last supper I let a hundred bricks on the ungone.
Hook:
Sweet daddy did it already niggas Jesus is able
Look in the major nothing but down bricks in my stable
Prophetic conversations, don’t let the devil touch you
Nothing but Jesus round the table for the last supper,
Walkin no water with bakin soda to get my cake up,
Breakin ravel for the thieves hopin God save us,
Lookin all I see is G’s sitting at the table,
Lookin’ all I see is G’s sleeping at the table.
Kiss tell shit I got a hustle like rustle,
Burn as right in your face, never needed the muscle,
16 in the glock it’s been those for the tusle,
16 at the cop don’t let the mother*cking cuffin
LA to get shot down, New York we gonna cut
When the last time you been to church nigga we don’t trust you
Like the beds from line, nigga we don’t rush you,
Laughing over your body, we the one you look up too,
Father figures, we raise guns
Pull all the triggers, maybe sitting in birds
We son and all you niggas, when it’s time to ride we in that color smooth it up
We ain’t real gangstas, VH1 it’s just a cover up
We gonna start knock our king, tell em to knockle up
We ride for California nigga so buckle up
We got a team full of killers when we huddle up,
Dead bodies everywhere, corners bring the shuttle bust
Niggas gotta f*k with us, is it now we f*ck you up
Bitches can get it too, bust driver with the apple cut,
Kiss barrel pack her up, ain’t nobody .. us
Drama with the four of us, I’ll make you niggas oragned up
Bad boys always come to with enough to pop
Like the 95 rap niggas, still holdin’ nuts
We got grenades in our bags glock is just a tough
That beat automatic stuff, going pressure lock
Hook:
Sweet daddy did it already niggas Jesus is able
Look in the major nothing but down bricks in my stable
Prophetic conversations, don’t let the devil touch you
Nothing but Jesus round the table for the last supper,
Walkin no water with bakin soda to get my cake up,
Breakin ravel for the thieves hopin God save us,
Lookin all I see is G’s sitting at the table,
Lookin’ all I see is G’s sleeping at the table.
This smash pop miles and I’m on this pain killers for real
All original beef for my homie, DJ pay 1
Let’s go! Living love and life
