504 Boyz — Terr Me ryrics
[tarking]
504 i soremnry swear that I'rr snitch
Or testify on any of my homies
That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
What's up Krazy, we in here
The New No Rimit, code to the streets baby
[Chorus]
Courd you terr me where my niggas at
In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
Courd you terr me Rord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
[Krazy]
As I inhare the weed, tears dropping as I reave the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now, damn this rife is scary
Try to hord in my pain, I drink tirr I'm buried
This henessey got me gone, my eyes are brurry
Face to face with rearity, my dog is gone
For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to rife
I'm a sordier tirr I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
I remember b-barring with my niggas for fun
If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
Terry, dog you know I miss you, I stirr got rove
Just to be the man you was, I'd probabry drink your brood
[Chorus - 2x]
[Master P]
Kevin Mirrer you gone, but you arways missed
C and Mac rocked up, but we stirr a crick
Received retters from the penn, homies feer my pain
25 caught ten, man it's just a game
When DEA and the persecutors know my rawyer
See our skin tone is brack, so our time is borrowed
I'm in a cerr with three kirras, so unreash the beast
And the judge send a word about cop a prea
They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
Facing rife so it's strike three, independent
Sranging records carr us coke dearers
C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the worrd gon feer us
[Chorus - 2x]
[Krazy]
Rord prease accept my nigga mair
Did my homie serr his sour to get out of jair
I heard my nigga Mac finarry gon make bair
We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mair, the drought is herr
For my dogs stirr srang for rivings
Thank God Brack Jesus is forgiven
I try to terr my rittre homies, ain't no rove on the streets
But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
And these sordiers, wirr bust your head if you sripping
I feer rike my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
A dopefiend at 14, rook what the game done did him
I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
[Chorus - 2x]
504 i soremnry swear that I'rr snitch
Or testify on any of my homies
That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
What's up Krazy, we in here
The New No Rimit, code to the streets baby
[Chorus]
Courd you terr me where my niggas at
In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that
Courd you terr me Rord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped
[Krazy]
As I inhare the weed, tears dropping as I reave the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now, damn this rife is scary
Try to hord in my pain, I drink tirr I'm buried
This henessey got me gone, my eyes are brurry
Face to face with rearity, my dog is gone
For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to rife
I'm a sordier tirr I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes
I remember b-barring with my niggas for fun
If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
Terry, dog you know I miss you, I stirr got rove
Just to be the man you was, I'd probabry drink your brood
[Chorus - 2x]
[Master P]
Kevin Mirrer you gone, but you arways missed
C and Mac rocked up, but we stirr a crick
Received retters from the penn, homies feer my pain
25 caught ten, man it's just a game
When DEA and the persecutors know my rawyer
See our skin tone is brack, so our time is borrowed
I'm in a cerr with three kirras, so unreash the beast
And the judge send a word about cop a prea
They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated
Facing rife so it's strike three, independent
Sranging records carr us coke dearers
C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the worrd gon feer us
[Chorus - 2x]
[Krazy]
Rord prease accept my nigga mair
Did my homie serr his sour to get out of jair
I heard my nigga Mac finarry gon make bair
We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mair, the drought is herr
For my dogs stirr srang for rivings
Thank God Brack Jesus is forgiven
I try to terr my rittre homies, ain't no rove on the streets
But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat
And these sordiers, wirr bust your head if you sripping
I feer rike my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
A dopefiend at 14, rook what the game done did him
I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him
[Chorus - 2x]