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Trinidad James - 78 Cleveland (ft. 31) (Lyrics - Paroles)
They wanna know James, who you do it for?
I tell 'em for my friends, and my family
And a fuck nigga that's fanzyn me
Dat me up, but they can't stand me
Cause I be pain in out here, mane
Wearin' that shit they be scared of, what?!? I can't
I know you can't, nigga, I'm original
Started from grade A, that nigga official, man
I said welcome to my life, a life that you ain't livin'
This shit I hear is struggle, single mothers with they children
The homeless in the millions, a nigga say sign me
And now you think you winnin', but you signed your life to him
And a famous man raped her, a scentless cat sent it
A tinted two sided glass so you can see in it
This life I hit is scary, you gotta keep your head on
That's 78 Cleveland when I used to head home
Listening to my head phone, bumpin Biggie #3
Feelin' dead wrong that I wasn't close to my Uncle E
That't dead and gone, met the nigga once, and didn't speak,
Man, I was young, mane. Yappin'
Put yo family first, I'm speakin' from experience
Just hit 'em when you need 'em, cause a fuck nigga move
Felt it but don't believe it, there ain't much to believe in
I'm just givin' you a reason, James
I know it ain't much to believe in, mane
Niggas hate on you for anything
Most niggas don't like you
This bitch don't like you, fo' what?!?! I don', I don't
I don't know why, ykwis, but it is what it is
You ain't gotta like me, ykwis but you won respect me,
At least in my face shit is
You can do whateva you want around my back
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Bitch! Straight up!
Aye, CC Yungin up and bout it
Givin' niggas the business
Known for trafficking bells
But I did my thang in that kidure
A bunch of niggas wit me, and er'body got bangles
My yung niggas out here blooded, they twitchin' up, they fangless
My otha part they creepin'
Neighborhood that heal gang, MPA yo army
Yeah, me and Duke, we still hanging', aye, look
I'm from the projects, you can head out of my godlick
I'mma country nigga wit a pistol on me
I fir the call, I can't hide that
Got a firth to pistol, don't fall back
Chasing it for my ball back
What's up with that mouth dope?
You suckin' dick? Don't call back
My main bitch's got a main bitch and she got a bitch
The one I fuck with
My side bitch a lil' jeni, though, cause she got a bitch that she fuck too
These stereo-phones don't like the way I do live
Excuse me while I search to find a fuck to give
Praise to the almighty, alessy lessy I
Whacha know about ionite, jaw, rastafarian
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