CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Letter to my dawg
Thats a letter to my dawg its us against em all
Here’s a letter to my dawg its us against em all
Ill start a war for you
Ill fall on the sword for you
Ill pick up the score for ya
Ill f**k on your whore for you
Ill sleep on the floor for ya
Right next to your boy for ya
When it gets hot and its like hell boi I got some pour for ya
Most of these boys can't give they word how can they give they life
To a lot of y’all that dont mean nothin but we out here livin trife
None of these cats you can trust with a nickel
They won't sit down and do em a nickel
They won't get down bust two through the nickеl
I get deja vu w the nickеl
Do you recall when so and so knocked your teeth out in their crib
Later that night before daylight someone shot their b*t*h
I had the chrome plated .38 back then with no clip
You had to put in one at a time it didn’t matter I was still ridin
These fools look tough and talk tough say they’d never snitch
How you know you wasn’t ever questioned you ain't ever get in no sh*t
Remember when we all got pinched and they asked who’s it was
You said it was yours and I walked then just because
Rappers talking about how a body might cost a couple racks
In my city for my guy all it cost is a text
Or point his b*t*h ass out or gimme an address
Hell wake up in hell talkin to the devil wondering how he got blessed
Here’s a letter to my dawg its us against em all
Ill start a war for you
Ill fall on the sword for you
Ill pick up the score for ya
Ill f**k on your whore for you
Ill sleep on the floor for ya
Right next to your boy for ya
When it gets hot and its like hell boi I got some pour for ya
Most of these boys can't give they word how can they give they life
To a lot of y’all that dont mean nothin but we out here livin trife
None of these cats you can trust with a nickel
They won't sit down and do em a nickel
They won't get down bust two through the nickеl
I get deja vu w the nickеl
Do you recall when so and so knocked your teeth out in their crib
Later that night before daylight someone shot their b*t*h
I had the chrome plated .38 back then with no clip
You had to put in one at a time it didn’t matter I was still ridin
These fools look tough and talk tough say they’d never snitch
How you know you wasn’t ever questioned you ain't ever get in no sh*t
Remember when we all got pinched and they asked who’s it was
You said it was yours and I walked then just because
Rappers talking about how a body might cost a couple racks
In my city for my guy all it cost is a text
Or point his b*t*h ass out or gimme an address
Hell wake up in hell talkin to the devil wondering how he got blessed
