Scram Jones - Neva Die Alone Pt. 2 lyrics

(Verse 1) What's really good, homie? Be gracious, my n***a it's nothin Gizzardheads cluckin', every other day n***as is buckin' It's Baby G, tryin to put my coat and put me on to somethin' Heard the Word of Mouf, n***as on the other side stuntin' Said you gettin' rich, left the hood style switched up You wealthy, they wanna get you stitched up and sticked up He said you know I'm ridin' wit you, cuz I don't give a f** I'm thinkin to myself, why these savages wanna force hand I ain't got time for this sh**, plus I'm a grown man I fell back, 745 gray I He must of read my mind, when he looked me dead in my eye And said: 'send the wolves at 'em, see if n***as really wanna die' I know your style, you's an O-G, and you don't stress that The Only thing they know, where yo baby mom's rest at (Verse 2) Yo, yo, yo We now up in a building, I'm stuck, really not knowin' That's when shorty turned his gun on me, then he started blowin' I started leakin, hearin n***as comin down the stairs speakin Barely movin, fadin in and out, but I'm still breathin Old ladies peakin out the windows callin precincts This little n***a set me up, contemplatin' the reasons Snake thug, funny how I showed this n***a love Made my way out, I jumped in my V, covered in blood Felt my neck, ?? must of caught me in a scuffle I'm losin blood rapidly, I know I'm in trouble My vision blurry as I drive, gotta make it out the 'Bridge Know too much about these n***as, they can't let me live But f** it, I'm not dyin, back rounds, I hear sirens That's when I black out, ran the curb and hit the hydren (Verse 3) In my eyesight, seein' white lights, my life flashes Funny, how these n***as tried to murder my a** They set me up, like we never did dirt in the past And ICU, sign myself out the hospital fast Handle my handle, my man's pull up, guns in his stash Loaded weapons on the Grand Central, hit the hood in 60 seconds f**, n***as slept on the God, like I was never reppin' Make a right, 40th Ave., that's when I smile and laugh Load my techs three quarters down, that's when the guns blast Black glove, black mask, rappidly buckin Love is love, n***as guns blowin, homie its nothin Got these cowards hoppin over fences, runnin and duckin Four pound, have them chokin on blood, huggin the ground When my n***as grabbed both arms and turned him around Looked him in his eyes, co*ked back and finally laced him Coward a**, I'm a lay em fast, send him to Satan (Outro) Oh oh oh oh...here we go.. AK-47, the very best days When you absolutely, positively gotta k** every motherf**er in the room Accept no substitute