Chris P - Vietnam lyrics

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Chris P - Vietnam lyrics

[Intro: Bg Knocc Out] Ha-ha It's going down baby Executive Entertainment Rearranging sh** Big jess My n***a out there, Chris My producer Chris Head out n***a Ha-Ha [Verse 1: Bg Knocc Out] Stepped out dressed in all black With a fat sack to make a k**ing Player haters step back strap with a gat like Matt Dillon I roll with cap peelers and n***as that stack millions We all on point Motherf**ers harm civilians And k** when, motherf**ers try to stop mine Cut him up with steak knifes Put his head on the stop sign 45's and Glock nine's, miniture AK-47's n***a, you better hope that there's a ghetto up in heaven And while you gone A n***a like me chillin up at your spot With your b**h Straight up getting head, booty and co*k It don't stop Baby gangsta knock knock from the block On patrol, with the Calico 100 Stocked up and rocked at your moms crib You ain't know? Motherf**er that's how I live Cos something's gotta give in this cold world They say you weak what you saw But I was taught, if you can't beat them You best finish to [Chorus x2] Roll with me, through the streets of vietnam So you can see, exactly where i'm coming from The media gon' show you what they want you to see Why hear it from them, when you can hear it from me? [Verse 2 : Gangsta Dresta] I know one day i'll probably bust from this street sh** I only trust this heat, I eat sh** and sleep with This street life will get you caught up in some deep sh** It's money, murder, s** and violence ain't no secrets I've watch the media destroy so much of what we got When none of you b**hes really know who shot Big and Pac They say my n***a died of aids but believe me I know fo 'sho that didn't no p**y k**ed Eazy 10 kids and not one with a speck of none It was all a plot, the shot was dropped from the top guns We know they keep it on they dillo (down low), me and E know I refuse to keep silent, k**ed my violent hero Now you're headed for the master and I got no limits Until i'm finished, yo I know you wanna destroy my image But I pray that the lord replenish my soul And for every breathing demon, I pray that your head rolls [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3: Cuicide] My whole life been a journey, waking up The next day hoping my family(?) don't burn me My ma and pops never been around And I wouldn't shed a tear if I seen somebody pop 'em down Cause they ain't know what I went through Chose dope over me, your whole mind must be sick fool You left a child that's gon' be something So when you see me on TV don't come to me when you need something Because ain't no way that i'ma help you And advice to vote for ya'll(?) don't expect for me to come through To me you had me on an accident, if you hadn't been smoking on that night You wouldn't of had me trick, so my life took a downfall Dont give a damn about what the media say Because I clown y'all, because my life had to suffer Throw your hands up if you will G, bounce your head if you feel me [Chorus] x4

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