Bodega BAMZ - At Close Range lyrics

[Verse] I got a lot of heart with this bulldog Davey Boy Smith I call it, begging for a shot We called it, this Tanboy sh** All real from the concrete, let a don speak I tried to be low with that low piece Then my pockets got low like a slow leak I wanna die fast, not slowly I wanna sip young, not Olde E I got a cousin named Nivay, born in Hell Nobody told me to rap ‘cause I was born to sell I'm telling true stories in the pen house You on a project roof telling tall tales AD doing ten years Real papis cry blood, never tears Real papis look around, never stare Real papis say the truth, never dare My cousin died in jail of the AIDS Somebody knew, sleeping in his sell every day No, he wasn't gay, he just loved the vein He restin' in a million dollar grave in Saint Rays right now My baby mother b**hing, want me tied down But I don't give a f**, even when we lie down Had to separate to see who on my side now All this bullsh** make me wanna use the cal I got 20/20 under both eyebrows On my Makaveli sh**, are you still down? On my 2Pac sh**, are you still down? Picture me not moving up, are you still down? Most n***as got a problem with me How the f** you s'posed to deal if your hands shake? I rolled the dice like Morgan till the under take, yeah I wish to God when I sleep, I'll be wide awake [Hook] Shotty by my bed, sleeping with my vest on Holy bible open, praying to the Lord If I die today, I'm taking a couple with me I'm taking a couple with me Shotty by my bed, sleeping with my vest on Holy bible open, praying to the Lord If I die today, I'm taking a couple with me I'm taking a couple with me