Bookie
Bookie - Bedtime Stories lyrics
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(feat. Kool G. Rap) [Bookie] Check it out Uh Now let me tell you a story about a nigga livin' on the edge Kinda like takin' the chances of jumpin' off the ledge A money maker Would often get involved wit the shit thats evolvin' the streets Lookin' out for the laws Go hang was the main thang Was definitely a reason ta get the alias flippin' and check the whole name Type a nigga that kill you dead for a nigga rock Get you thinkin' about the prophecy that money got Hot But nigga wit the Benz and the ends Not too many friends No guts for the glory and the sins Twins that he got involved wit ta make his ends Biz that would have him scared in, but took a chance Didn't care about his daddy Didn't care about his brotha Didn't care about his mama But he cared about them dollas A bloody world, up in the mind of a soldier Ta neva die, and keep it live in your holster [Chorus] Pay niggas like ta ball But pay niggas gots ta fall You know it ain't no heaven for us all Vouge niggas like ta kill Vouge niggas like ta feel Pumpin' up they muthafuckin' steel Scar niggas gots ta know Scar niggas make the dough They used ta gettin' paid from every blow But all niggas gots ta die All niggas must decide It's what around the world they 'gon reside [Kool G Rap] Uh, uh Yo Spoke nigga turn thug Ropin' drugs, totin' the snub Fifty keys of dope in the tub Enemies soakin' in blood Catch a open mug Bodies layin' smoked in the mud It ain't no hope for love, get poked wit slugs Peep the nigga M.O. Deliveries in stretch limos Pickups inside the big truck Swift bucks get his dick sucked >From the big buck chick that kept the fifth tuck She hit ducks, miss puckered up before the clip spark Swiss duck caught the duplex, navy blue lefts The lady blew tecs, talkin' 'bout who next Daily ain't do sex, the crew flex, cruisin' through cess 20 inch chrome spin the gleam The winnin' team, spend the cream Livin' American dreams Brick on the triple beam Put laser beam dots on your wig top 6 shots hit 'til you drop Stop the tick-tock 6 and glocks continue ta pop Til it's pigs for block They got this kid rocked Wit the shit cocked Shot off the Crip block Stoppin' more drug traffic than gridlock Miss not But forced to us all 10 more came into the door Wit him in the raw No time ta waste, the safe's in the floor Take the keys, takes a freeze Break wit the G'd caper for cheese Grab the G Rape her then leave wit the jackpot Put her ta sleep wit bad shots Next day news showin' they snapshots [Bookie] Pay niggas Automatically known wit the ballin' Wit dope for all em, smellin' the beans when they callin' Vouge niggas Gangstas off the wall when they standin' tall Killin' ain't feelins, wit extra bullets 'nuf ta make em fall Scar niggas Who extended it all, makin' deadly calls Niggas wit coconut balls, breakin' down the laws But all niggas Niggas 'gon have ta die wit they eyes lookin to the sky Or lookin' to the dirt, whichever way it works And they was comin' for him, but he was blind A mind of a muthafucka clockin' every dime This nigga rolled up, a killa Quickly hit him wit the gauge Bigga than the graves Took em days, ta fix him up A closed casket This nigga had a kid, now this nigga dead, left behind a bastard So 19-99 is just anotha year for niggas dyin' the same way So live your life ta see anotha day [Chorus] Pay niggas like ta ball But pay niggas gots ta fall You know it ain't no heaven for us all Vogue niggas like ta kill Vogue niggas like ta feel Pumpin' up they muthafuckin' steel Scar niggas gots ta know Scar niggas make the dough They used ta gettin' paid from every blow But all niggas gots ta die All niggas must decide It's what around the world they 'gon reside