Where It Goez Wrong Lyrics - Singles - Black Moon

Dear Lord, can you hear me? 

Do I want them to respect or fear me? 

Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty 

Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody 

Pray for me now, what makes a soldier? 

I know it's no breaths 'til beef is over 

Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth 

And my cousin baby just died from crib death 

Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell 

I know sufferin' and pain really well 

If it don't kill you, it makes you strong 

I think of the song, "What's going on" 

When it's going wrong 

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When I act like it's love and I know it ain't 

If it was up to you, y'all niggaz would be throwin' paint 

On my outfit, like he ain't about shit 

Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain 

See I had geeks and all y'all really had was feet 

And you ain't never had a beef, so why you had to speak 

Fasten your seat and I'ma take ya on a mission, nigga 

I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga 

Get the check, pay ya dues or pay ya respect 

Or pay attention, 'cause I already paid the rest 

To just focus on the God, as the God speak 

Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street 

And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it 

If it's love, it's love, if it's not, so be it 

I put my love for boxing, into everything 

I know the ropes, how to read the scale and work the ring 

I'm military in the mind, hood in the streets 

Good nigga in the hearts, nothing 'bout me weak 

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I open shop, rent the blocks and call the shots 

You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops 

I get live, survive at one sixty five 

You nothin' like the God, I'm out raw 'til I die 

Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me 

I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry 

Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me 

Blinded thug angel 'til my God call me 

I brought you up, from the ground up 

Now you wanna run and say my sound suck 

Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt 

But ain't no buts when I come around 

All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck" 

Get it right or get it wrong 

What's my name? Buckshot, What ya name? 

Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today 

Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today 

Shame, could of been in the game, but now what 

You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt 

The niggaz that be [unverified] you up 

Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut 

Jesus, it sucks, your reason is what? 

You don't got one, big deal, you got guns 

I got guns, be for real, we can get it on right now 

But stack up, your money short 

And I'm long right now, I told you