PRIME SUSPECTS

PRIME SUSPECTS - Last Days

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(feat. Mac, Mr. Serv-On)

[Mr. Serv-On]

Niggas realize we all livin in our last days.

And we all Prime Suspects to the pains of this world.

And just think if you was lookin eye to eye with your killer.

It's your last breath, it's your last cry.

[Glock]

I go all out constantly thankin how to get mine

Everything I do is a hustle, pullin work tryin to get by

Every time I close my eyes

I'm havin nightmares of closed caskets faced down

Thankin is it my time

But got to watch these niggas with the slanted and crooked eyes

Lookin me straight in my face and I know they be jive

But I make moves like a chess play yall then I handles mine

I'm pressure stress to the fullest, but only the smart survive

Can I maintian, or will my mama see my name enscribed

Losin all my faith, chase one bag and weed

That felt in my ear claimin she can show me a better day

That's why I'm boxin with the devil, that's why I'm totin the AK

That's why I'm peepin through my window every motherfuckin day

The final chapter wanna write me away

But it ain't goin be that easy, I'm livin out my own play

I'm hollerin right, left, never goin astray

[Chorus]

Now why I'm peepin through my window

These last days got me sleepin in my steel toes

But I gotta survive, hollerin how much time

Till I'm just another memory, my name enscribed [x2]

[New Nine]

I heard a ghetto child cryin tonight

Sayin Lord don't let that killer nigga take my life

But the reaper breathe death and he came to visit

Layin shaking with his bacon, hot fry to the finish

Babies dying, mama's crying, yellow tapes around the scenes

The last day's right before us so I run and catch my neice

Paranoid with my gun, thinkin I could be next

Trust in a few, niggas blastin at me to rest

[Uzi]

Now see that drama that I'm bringin, half of these niggas can't even touch

Now see these last days and times, they got a nigga mind fucked up

But I gotta maintain and keep my composure

That's why I smoke dolja, cause see it's trife down south

They takin it off your shoulders

And bloody bodies just an everyday thang

Motherfuckin consiquences if you hang where I slang

Look it's this thang you get banged

On my block is how we do it

Shit is real these days, use that vest, I'm comin through it

Nigga fuck who mourn, your best bet is to protect your neck

And never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

There's a constant threat in the N.O.

That's why I'm peepin through my window

That shit is grimy in the gumbo

[Glock]

[Chorus]

[Mac]

Check it

These streets is dangerous and life is hard

Murder murder's in my eyes, take it away my Lord

Cause ever since I was a lil nigga

Chasing Nike's and Hilfiger

I never knew one day that I would have to kill nigga

I aint never had shit, I'm straight from the ghetto where niggas are poor

Crack heads are hangin in front of the corner store

Chasin little bitty peices of flow

Everybody wanna be like Master P, tatooes screamin out they bout it

Could yall make a change and be up out the game

I really doubt it doubt it

[Glock]

[Chorus x2]

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