paroles de chanson Between a Rock - D. Weathers
Drive-byes
in
the
valley
of
death
Guardian
angel
on
my
lap,
bulletproof
on
my
chest
My
soul
to
keep,
if
shall
ever
I
rest
But
shall
they
never
catch
me
sleep
that's
the
cousin
of
death
and
I'm
praying
that
Jesus
ah
grab
the
wheel
Jesus
piece
round
my
neck,
my
palm
clutching
the
steel
Bangin
on
my
demons,
may
I
wash
away
my
sins
Bow
my
head
in
forgiveness,
amen
Flawless,
I
woke
up
like
this
Same
outfit
from
yesterday
on
my
dope
boy
shit
Bills
piling
up
I
just
need
of
a
couple
grand
Maybe
make
ten
bombs
out
a
couple
grams
Safety
off
That's
to
keep
the
boy
safe
Plan
b
to
have
ah
lawyer
who
can
fight
the
case
If
only
God
can
judge,
then
how
can
a
judge
sentence
me?
Just
hoping
heavens
gates
don't
look
like
the
penitentiary's
When
you
caught
between
a
rock
and
a
hard
place
You
either
get
locked
up
or
gun
down
You
just
trying
to
stay
alive
for
yo
moms
sake
They
cut
her
hours
back
she
can't
afford
a
funeral
For
them
keys,
the
feds
kicking
in
doors
Shotgun
to
ya
head,
yo
face
kissing
the
floor
Flipping
over
beds,
ripping
money
out
the
walls
And
not
to
mention
they
woke
up
the
landlord
Drive-byes
in
the
valley
of
death
Guardian
angel
on
my
lap,
bulletproof
on
my
chest
My
soul
to
keep,
if
shall
ever
I
rest
But
shall
they
never
catch
me
sleep
that's
the
cousin
of
death
and
I
Praying
that
Jesus
ah
grab
the
wheel
Jesus
piece
round
my
neck,
my
palm
clutching
the
steel
Bangin
on
my
demons,
may
I
wash
away
my
sins
Bow
my
head
in
forgiveness,
amen
No
halo
over
the
head,
just
demons
all
on
ya
back
Ain't
been
to
church
since
Easter,
I'm
thanking
God
for
my
strap
Thanking
God
for
this
pack
God
blessing
all
the
traps
For
ever
single
gangsta
flick
that
inspired
us
That
G
Money
look
like
Nino
in
the
carter
You
know
Bishop
with
the
banger
in
his
boot
You
seen
what
happen
to
Reheim
when
thirsty
niggas
want
that
juice?
That
red
drop,
Money
Mitch
coming
thru
Frank
Lucas
with
fur,
got
that
magic
turning
blue
King
of
new
yorking,
Frank
White
office
O
Dog
temperament,
Dough
Boy
confidence
Bronx
Tales
head
shots,
body
up
for
auction
Nicky
in
casino
you
won't
even
get
a
coffin
F.E.D's
bring
the
R.I.C.O.
Snatch
ya
co-defendants
Ya
Killa
turn
Rico
as
soon
as
he
apprehended
ah
I
ain't
snitching
on
nobody
from
Harlem
man
I'll
give
you
a
couple
cats
out
in
D.C.
doing
they
thing,
outta
town
doing
they
thing
But
um,
I'm
not
snitching
on
nobody
in
Harlem
Drive-byes
in
the
valley
of
death
Guardian
angel
on
my
lap,
bulletproof
on
my
chest
My
soul
to
keep,
if
shall
ever
I
rest
But
shall
they
never
catch
me
sleep
that's
the
cousin
of
death
and
I
Praying
that
Jesus
ah
grab
the
wheel
Jesus
piece
round
my
neck,
my
palm
clutching
the
steel
Bangin
on
my
demons,
may
I
wash
away
my
sins
Bow
my
head
in
forgiveness,
amen
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