WTF... [YOU ONLY DIE ONCE] DROPS 12/12/12 BUT...
OUT OF NOF'NWHERE @RANRU DECIDES TO LEAK THIS NEW JOINT "NOTHING'S GON STOP" OFF HIS NEXT PROJECT [BORN ALONE, DIE ALONE] HOSTED BY @DJCAPCOM SET TO DROP EARLY JANUARY 13'
LYRICS:
VRS `1
1ST IT WAS THE FOOD… THEN IT WAS THE SHOES/
THEN IT WAS THE CLOTHES… LATER CAME THE JEWELS/
SHORTLY AFTER THE WHIPS.. AFTER THAT THE TRIPS/
STILL LIVING IN THE HOOD… SITTING ON BRICKS/
WIFEY SICK OF THIS SHIT… SOO FUCK THIS HOOD/
GOT A BRAND NEW CRIB… TUCKED OFF IN THEM WOODS/
TRAP STILL DOING GOOD… NUMBERS GETTIN BETTER/
JUST LIKE POE SAID… NOTHING GOOD LAST FOREVER/
I WAS CHILLING IN MY THEATER LAX GETTIN BLUNTED/
GOTTA CALL ON MY CELLULAR SHORTY SAID IM WANTED/
IM WANTED? WHAT THE FUCK U MEAN/
I WAS IN COURT LASTWEEK… I WENT TO JAIL IN THE BEAM/
THE JAKE PULLED ME OVER LUCKILY I WAS CLEAN/
IF I WAS WANTED THEY WOULD OF HAD ME… WHAT THE FUCK U MEAN/
HUNG UP THE CELLY ACHES IN MY BELLY/
EVERY TIME I GET NERVOUS… MY STOMACH START HURTING/
MY NEX STARTED CHIRPIN… I DONT MEAN ALERT'N/
LIKE A NIGGA PRESSING THE BUTTON & AINT SAYIN NOTHIN/
CHECK THE SCREEN NO WONDER… NO NAME JUST A NUMBER/
ITS PROBLY DIGI HITTIN ME TO GIVE ME HIS NEW DIGITS/
HIT THE CHIRP WHO IS IT... NAH IT AINT DIGI/
ITS A PLAY… BUT WE DONT PLAY WE GET BUSY/
EVERY YEAR ITS AN INDICTMENT… LET THE FBI WATCH ME/
MAN FUCK THE GRAND JURY… NOTHING GON STOP ME/
VRS 2
WOKE UP IN THE MORNING… CELLPHONE RINGING/
THE PHONE SAY SHALYN… DIGI MUST BE CHEATING/
ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS GOT OUT THE BED TOOK A PISS/
ONE HAND ON MY EVO… OTHER HAND ON MY DICK/
SHIT… SHE KEEP CALLING, F' IT IM THREW STALLING/
I ANSWERED THE PHONE YAWNING… SLEEPY VOICE GOOD MORNIN/
SHALYN SAID HE GONE THE FEDS JUST GOT'M/
SAID HER SISTER JUST CALLED SHE JUST HEARD ABOUT HIM/
I TOLD'R I DOUBT IT. & IMMA KEEP DOUBT'N/
TIL I FIND OUT MYSELF ITS NORMALLY WORD OF MOUTH WHEN/
THE FEDS COME ITS GON BE US NOT HIM/
I HUNG UP THE PHONE GOT DRESSED GOT GONE/
THE WHOLE TIME IM CALLING NO ANSWER… HE PROBLY ALL UP IN /
THAT BRAND NEW SPOT HE JUST GOT OUT SNORING/
BUT HIS OTHER CRIB CLOSER… SO F' IT IMMA GO THERE/
I PULL UP CRAZY FOOT PRINTS ON THE FRONT STAIRS/
THIS SHIT FEEL WEIRD… TOOK A LOOKED IN THE GARAGE HIS WHIP AINT THERE/
PULL UP TO THE NEW SPOT IM HIGH & I FORGOT/
WHERE THE NEW SPOT WAS… JUST RIDING AROUND BUZZED/
PUNCHED THE CODE IN THE DOOR SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR/
LIKE SOME NIGGAZ RAN THRU HIS SHIT LOOKIN FOR RAW... OR/
AND I HATE TO SAY OR BUT SHALYN RIGHT, THE F'N WARRANT ON THE FLOOR/
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