Lirik Lagu Never Ending Game - Master P
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Check this out playasAll y'all gangster niggasY'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbersBlack on black crime, nigga it go like this hereWe live an eye for an eye
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partnersAnd you dead ain't no love on my spotMe and my partners pushing rocksGot them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogiesWe packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uziBut I look into the eyes and I stare, I see deathGoddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be meMy little homie on the ground cryingI'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lordMy little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)He never had a chance to see his life glowAnd he never had a chance to see his wife broAnd his little kid is only 8It ain't about me or you motherfuckerYou gone peep defeat off the treeCause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streetsAnd you never hurt, another nigga with a glock GI'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another oneSend him to the moonAin't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doomI mean the ghetto, cause it's wickedMost niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chickenBut never even seen a birdThey die for that cain and that weed and they waterAnd they to fucking high, to see the enemyNiggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to meYour best friend will kill youI'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope ProjectsWhere they peel your caps like bananasPolice trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scannersBut they can't stop the murdersThats happening in my hood motherfuckersCause everybody study capping in thisEveryday, all day niggas dying, mothers cryingBut y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murderFind
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partnersAnd you dead ain't no love on my spotMe and my partners pushing rocksGot them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogiesWe packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uziBut I look into the eyes and I stare, I see deathGoddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be meMy little homie on the ground cryingI'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lordMy little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)He never had a chance to see his life glowAnd he never had a chance to see his wife broAnd his little kid is only 8It ain't about me or you motherfuckerYou gone peep defeat off the treeCause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streetsAnd you never hurt, another nigga with a glock GI'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another oneSend him to the moonAin't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doomI mean the ghetto, cause it's wickedMost niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chickenBut never even seen a birdThey die for that cain and that weed and they waterAnd they to fucking high, to see the enemyNiggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to meYour best friend will kill youI'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope ProjectsWhere they peel your caps like bananasPolice trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scannersBut they can't stop the murdersThats happening in my hood motherfuckersCause everybody study capping in thisEveryday, all day niggas dying, mothers cryingBut y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murderFind
