Miracle Lyrics - Savage Life 2 - Webbie

Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him shit 

Ridin round town glamour and glistenin 

Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts 

Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back 

Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck 

They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas gon rat 

Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man 

It had to fair, now I meet da family and dem, it packed at Madison Square 

I had career, I supposed to be right back there with dem 

I owed it to him, I know it I show it 

Don't wanna blow it or pour it 

For da streets, give me a beat ima roll it 

Show it wit dem leavin magic 

But I knew I had it in savage 

It got crucial I aint panic, when yall want it, I ran it 

I remember when my granny said anything was to happen 

From slangin, hustlin, to trappin 

Laugin, prayin jackin 

I'm blowin on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle 

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it seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me 

Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real 

All dese years, am I really here 

Have I really live what they call a miracle 

Birdman: how u shoot clips, put it in the air 

Mean mug dem niggas and have no fear 

Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life 

Ten on da mic, nigga do it da same night 

Its a miracle, da way I bend dem corners on dem 

Get up early on dem, get dis money on dem 

A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I got on 

A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice, place in one price, did it for one night 

A miracle, I don't lived da high life 

Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights 

A miracle, nigga it was hell we came in 

Money didn't come in, hell we went in 

A miracle, no time lyin homie 

Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie 

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Rick Ross: its truly a miracle, dat boy still a live 

Cuz I was sellin bo in '95 

Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high 

Crackers tryin to give me time, and we aint talkin 5 

Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my side 

My baby mama fuckin, all my homies on da sly 

I see all through da corner of nigga eyes 

So I keep my shades on, and my face up at da sky 

Pistons get da power, snitchin is for cowards 

I got plasmas in da shower, and my bitches snortin powder 

I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber uzzi's in my jacuzzi 

They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin juicey wit several grouppies 

I got beamers and business, bitch they all on duces 

I got da pruduct, and when ya drop it, it neva loses 

Da prey get prayed on, killers get prayed for 

It dis a dream, I pray I neva wake up