paroles de chanson Intro (B.B.T.) - Giggs
Boom
productions
Looking
at
my
troubled
life,
Thinking
if
the
grass
looks
greener
on
the
other
side,
And
God
knows
that
my
mother
tried,
With
me,
myself
Hollowman,
and
my
brother
grind,
Thinking
about
the
gutter
times,
Peanut
butter,
jam,
one
bread
and
a
butter
knife,
It's
no
fucking
lie,
I
lost
Big
Lee
and
it
felt
like
my
brother
died,
Some
woulds
say
I'm
a
lucky
guy,
I'm
26,
they
thought
I
wouldn't
make
it
to
25,
And
I
know
niggas
hate
I'm
a
heavy
guy,
But
if
they
wanna
snake
me
I'll
take
it
to
any
height,
Take
me
on
any
ride,
Got
a
full
clip,
there's
no
space
in
my
semi
nine,
And
I'm
impatient
and
very
high,
Puttin'
'em
to
sleep
motherfuckers
say
your
beddy-byes,
And
I'm
racing
to
better
my
life
(yeah,
yeah),
Fam
I
set
a
time,
I
ain't
talkin
about
the
bass
with
the
treble
type,
Fam
I'm
talkin
about
the
base
that
you
pebble
[?
] grind,
God
don't
forsake
me
for
getting
mine,
Cause
I
know
I'm
doing
great
in
the
devil's
eyes,
This
is
blatently
petty
crime,
Throw
me
down
a
contract
let
me
get
inside.
I'm
caught
up
with
the
fat
black
hammers
out,
(Where?)
Pecknarm,
black
bandana
town,
Slap
that
banger
round,
Clap
that
faggot
down.
I'm
caught
up
with
the
fat
black
hammers
out,
(Where?)
Pecknarm,
black
bandana
town,
Slap
that
banger
round,
Clap
that
faggot
down.
The
pain
in
my
head
says,
That
my
life's
messed,
I
ain't
far
from
my
death
bed,
[?
] as
I
lay
down
on
my
bed
spread,
Pested
by
my
lifestyle
and
my
friends
deaths,
Fed's
locked
everyone
down,
got
no
friends
left,
[?
] and
had
a
breakdown
from
your
[?
] stretch,
My
ends
said
nigga
slow
down,
but
my
head's
stressed,
I
said
yes,
nigga
slow
now,
need
my
head
checked,
Check
back
to
the
playground,
only
ten
then,
Ten
years
later
spraying
rounds
on
your
ends'
set,
[?
]
The
real
shit
that
I
layed
down
shows
my
ends
rep,
The
deep
shit
that
I
write
down
shows
my
pen's
depth,
Wanna
take
it
to
the
next
step,
I'm
a
street-sweeper,
get
your
end's
swept,
Feds
dressed
in
their
plain
clothes
on
my
set
rest,
The
next
step's
to
get
some
info
where
the
tec's
kept,
My
best
bet
is
to
lay
low,
so
I
rested,
My
head's
wrecked
cause
the
hydro
got
molested,
Promoters'
on
the
feds
dick,
When
they
ban
me
from
the
show,
they're
against
it,
But
I
sensed
it,
Fuckers
show
the
roads
where
my
strength
is,
Made
a
new
flow
and
I
went
sick,
Nigga
fuck
the
five-0
little
bent
pricks,
Bunch
of
fucking
homo's
and
your
stench
whiffs,
And
the
haters
rollin'
round
in
their
rent
whips,
All
upon
me
and
I
send
six
[?
],
You
won't
see
me
on
some
bent
shit,
Niggas
know
I'm
straight
'Narm
when
my
strength
kicks,
And
my
ends
is
coming
out
of
every
other
end's
lips,
And
in
every
mouth
like
a
dentist.
I'm
caught
up
with
the
fat
black
hammers
out,
(Where?)
Pecknarm,
black
bandana
town,
Slap
that
banger
round,
Clap
that
faggot
down.
I'm
caught
up
with
the
fat
black
hammers
out,
(Where?)
Pecknarm,
black
bandana
town,
Slap
that
banger
round,
Clap
that
faggot
down.
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