YOUNG CHRIS - Dues lyrics

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Starter out with Jiggle on the East Coast, Wobock

Now a nigga chillin' on the West Coast with Puff

And the Corole, and in the soul feel a breach from the wind

Zonin' out, drinkin' Henny, got my hands spinnin' again

Hold on, don't let me crash, what am I doin' behind this wheel?

Late night shootin' dice, drinkin' ounces poppin' pills

With the niggas holdin' trickers un in trenches

Hoppin' fences, lil niggas with the stitches ridin' dirty with suspicions

Muthafuckin' pigs trappin' outta pantries, tryna do it big

Follow the ten crack commandments

Young'ns hand in handin' on that corner where we standin'

When the cops come we vanish back at Papi's for a sandwich

Nigga, fuck the undercovers, gotta hustle for my mothers

For my daughter, for my sister, tell 'em pigs to free my brother

All I know is feed each other, stick together, fuck the others

I ain't into makin' love, bitch we fuckin', fuck the covers

We don't love her she would never treat me like a sucker

Shit if she left with that man, he got the right to fuck her

Strapped down, 40 bucka, don't make me clutch ya,

Spray the water microwave and make the package fluffer

And we from Ice Town, blazin' up, we with the dumb shit

And we don't give a fuck, we throw the 1s in the air

Throw our guns in yo face, open fire with revolvers

They will neva get a trace, shoot first, nobody wait

I won't be nobody bait, throw shots, yo body ache

Yo body shake, somebody wait, you've been sown

Hear a boom from that big ass broom

Oh, my nigga, we hit yo bitch ass soon

Kickin' the door and let the dogs in

It's dark out, call the law and bring the chalk out

Pussy, I got missiles in my pistols, leave em early

We'll dismiss you, when officials blow that whistle

Feel that Tec, yo body dribble, jiggle, bet' not hear a riddle

Kill whoeva in the middle, out in Cali fuck with Jizzle

That's my Nizzle rollin' Skittles

If it eva be an issue, or a Rolls, leave the spitals

Niggas hit you bout that beef, we cook that shit up Ishkibible

Nigga, we don't give a fuck about cops

Betta duck too when they hear the gunshots

Out sellin' hard, my nigga, we got it hard

Right before you know it, my nigga, we gotta charge

Good lord, you fightin' it, chivin' it like Mohammed

They sick to see me brawlin', I'm makin' these niggas vomit

Raised by the streets, but God gave me a talent

Tryna get it now that I made momma a promise

Made away, too far to go back, can't throw it away

You was holdin' back, the way it's gonna take

Be good, my nigga, I put that on the hood, my nigga

That's a ______(?) hockey, get it poppin', got 'em watchin'

Ope is 20-20 vision nigga, hope you niggas see me clear

When I park to the clear, take off in that Lamb

Take off this shit, nigga, yeah