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Another Day Lyrics - Singles - Tha Eastsidaz

( Goldie Loc ) 

Damn cause this spot's gettin hot 

I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops 

The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you 

Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you 

And he could be the same nigga the switch 

Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch 

Now watch out for the twist 

Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich 

But you thought them niggaz would never do that 

Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats 

And it always ends up fucked up 

When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck 

It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck 

Fucked up in my younger days 

Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays 

A few days back one of homies got rugged out 

Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out 

One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head 

Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead 

But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back 

Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat 

Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway 

Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day 

Damn cause this spots gittin hot 

Damn cause this spots gittin hot 

Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo 

Think it was my homies fucked up can't realy call it do 

If it was I'ma git him 

He gunna hate it when it hit him 

Damn cause this spot's gettin hot 

I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops 

The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you 

Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you 

 

( hook, Butch Cassidy ) 

Another day has come 

How much longer will I run 

I wanna have sum fun 

Layin out in the sun 

How much dirt have I done 

My life has just begun 

I sleep with my gun 

My problems weigh a ton 

 

( Tray-Dee ) 

I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched 

Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched 

Got one time on my block straight posted 

Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted 

Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin 

I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin 

Wound uptown on a hot ass block 

Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock 

Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit 

But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute 

So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin 

Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin 

I didn't I was the one to be 

Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me 

But God as my witness 

As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless 

I stayed hard hit the yard 

Pull niggaz hole cards 

Had em runnin to the sarge 

Jail house scars tell the part you played 

Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake 

It don't pay to go soft 

Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers 

 

( Dee, Talkin ) 

And that's how we do it 

Bitch ass niggaz 

Out here tellin disrespectin the game 

Fuckin up this realism we puttin down out here 

You know what I'm sayin 

Nigga need the cops to help em out 

Hoe ass niggaz 

Stand on ya own nigga 

Live by the gun die by the gun 

Nigga be a soldier 

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Copyright: Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Roba Music, Warner

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