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Lyrics for Ghetto Flight by C:
| | | Artist: | C |
| | Album: | The Autopsy | | Track: | Ghetto Flight | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 331 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Pizzo]
[C Bo]
It's 1994 gang bangin' done played out
But I still
stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out
On the concrete with internal bleedin'
Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo don't leave me!'
I'm stairin' in to the sky thinkin'
that I'm gonna die
Here come the onetime fuck the pigs they are the last I wanna see
Pen and pad no love from the deputy
Onetime's gettin' deeper
And Finally I hear the
ambulance creep up
I'm feelin' dehydrated
They hook me up with some I.V. and a life
flight
Sayin' that I'm gonna make it
Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind
But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9
They busted first and I busted back in return
Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms
That's all I gotta say to porky
Now get
the fuck out my face
Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less
I got family and
they won't let the shit rest on my side
Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5
Is my
nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking
Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see
No matter what they do, you can lock me down
But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt
Cause there still be smokin'...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin'
on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin'
on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin'
on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
[Pizzo]
As I've seen deep in my thoughts
Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood I done lost
It seems like I'm stucked with no
luck all of a sudden
So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man
I was
helpless, if ya could have felt this pain
I had in my side and my brain
Never think
that I could end up on my back, player
I never thought a slug could enter through my skin
layers
Fuck! I feel a burnin' sensation and I'm waitin'
For the pain to go away but I
know it's gonna stay
So I guess I'm fucked in the game
Then appeared a bird in the
sky, don't know where it came
Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip
Don't know which direction, I'm waitin'
Felt like I went cross the continent
Seems
like it took a whole day, then we touched down
White coats all around, suprise, I'm alive in
a hospital
Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control
I'm slippin' away, I took
my life for granted
A few hours passed and I still feel stranded
I'm awakin' to see
shit in front of me that I never seen before
But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just
took the ghetto
fligt...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my
bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my
bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my
bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
[C-Bo]
My homie took a bullet in the kidney
HK
in my hand, down on one knee
On his side, Q-Ball don't die
Mad as fuck and I don't
understand why
The little B.G.'s didn't bust no caps
After a minute shoot-out still
had a loaded strap
Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers
And I got the only
empty cocked back chamber
Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit
Just
ain't right to take a life from an O.G.
Retalion is all I can think
Negative and
incorrect, here comes the P.D.
Damn, I got a gat and my homie don't look too good
I
hear the bird over the hood
Now I got faith he'll make it
Without a doubt the next
album's dedicated
To my homie Q-Ball
Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll
So-called homies, I don't the meanin' when I'm hittin' ya down
But when I'm gone ya wanna see
me
Ain't no love in this Garden Blocc life
And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your
chest
And have you next on the ghetto fligt | | | |
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