Spice 1 - n***a Sings The Blues lyrics

Another n***a sings the blues Bailin' up outta the fo' with the black on the black And the n***as be creepin', we rollin' with the Mack 10 The rats in, much lands for the dopefiends on my block I'm dodgin' cops, never stayed along, I'm quick to move Gotta slang the rocks, never like the sh** I hate to do Livin' in the city, where the G's die young And the n***as be heartless so I'm that trigger black Peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack Young n***as, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends By any means I gotta gets mine, don't f** with me I'm comin' from a land where n***as don't play that funny sh** Bugs Bunny sh**, 'cause all about makin' that money grip It's the life I choose, see I ain't got sh** to lose I paid my dues, a n***a still singin' the blues When I try to be afraid to peel your cap back n***a sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that Po-po be quick to get the smobbin' up on your n***as after midnight To see some young hustler up in my hood that got them three strikes, you out! Tryin' to get the f** away from their ghetto bird, sirens heard I ditch my Mack, throw away my crack, I'm losin' stacks of mail I'm feel to lose my Beenie hat, what is that? I hear a cop and he reachin' for my back Wish it was a bad dream, I hear my homie scream They beat his a**, cops and rags bloody up the gra** What the f** can a hater do? Gotta make my get away I got away But I'ma come back slangin' the sh** another day See the case of cash flow, from a real young n***a though sh** it ain't to smooth, a n***a still singin' the blues Gotta make my money, sh** ain't even funny Cause I'm strugglin' Tryin' to make up real pain I sh** So I'm thuggin' Runnin' up the block it's me, with a Chevey 350 Comin' to see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Cause you're catchin' slugs player What a way to end your life, 'cause dyin' ain't much of a livin' Gotta get chopped with n***a, put yourself and I'll spit this hollow tip Cause livin' in the Bay is real, better know how to shoot your steel n***as wanna gat ya, humer comin' at ya, homies' gonna pack your sh** for real This life is a murder show, so hit the f**in' flo' I blow, n***as up out their boots with up heavy bailin' through Peel a cap in the day and the nighttime, anytime is a cop is a right time Never in my right mind, 'cause n***as on the block fail to see That I'm out to crush, choppin' up dope, runnin' out the crackhouse Through the back house, see n***as we ain't that dumb, we hit that back route Still free to tell the news, don't wear-wear that's n***as shoes Can't never snooze, 'cause I'm a n***a that's still singin' the blues When I try I'm ready to peel your cap back n***a sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that When I try I'm ready to peel your cap back n***a sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that