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"Footprints" lyrics |
 Hey if u hear me out there
I get down on my knees every night
and say..( walk with meeee)
……. Ahaha
Im going to war im going to war
(Young Buck)
You never know when deaths coming
All ya hear is gun shots
When kids get the runnin
Old ladys get off the block
When the pop hit the truck music
comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with their
front doors locked
Who Winges with side rims the only
thang on the streets
People act like they don’t know who
did it but they know its me
Everydays a death threat but I aint
dead yet
So I gone put a hole in a nigga from
the Nicks at
Don’t know why I slip back
Just know where my cheque at
It’s the first of the month
My bitch aint got a cheque yet
Duey left me in California I don’t
respect that
I love you to much to beef so ima
except that
But ima just step back, and focus on
buck
Aint ridin in yours im bout to buy my
own truck
Gotta try my own luck get rich or die
tryin
Its gunit till im gone god knows I aint
lying nigga.
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in
the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints
in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits
the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me
man
(Young Buck)
you don’t know wat I been through
To get wat I aint got
If u look through a scope
You couldn’t hit wat I aint shot
Couldn’t flip without a cop
Couldn’t tip without a top
Tie murder you all talk like the trip
without a glock
When you holla gunit on some other
shit
You need to do the research and see
who u fken with
I smoke all u weed up gone run up
ur beeza
Your baby muma want me I aint
want that skeeza
She scratched my beema but I aint
seen her
When I catch the bitch ima gangsta
lean her….WOW
We be playin in them videos with
them pretty hoes
Cans looked in the key bitches and
new york city hoes
They learned it from lipped kin to lit
back titty show
Im the king of the south this is how it
really goes
Lord knows I keep all my dup frows
As long as the check comes then fck
the award shows
You know me nigga
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in
the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints
in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits
the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me
man
Half of these kids never read the
bible
But they cant tell you how to kill a
man better than I do
The reason they fcked up they all
been lied to
I know wat it feels like when a nigga
misguides you
My mums stay in the projects when
Id been have no money
I would bought her a house but she
told me she aint want it
Right then I understood that the
hoods in my blood
So I holla k-hill let them know where
im from
Niggas know I got a gun when I
come to the club
And if it go down you better tell yap
ppl the door
Why should I slow down
I just got started talking
and honest way to the bullets start
hoppin out the coffin
I come to get It poppin prey to god
the news watchin
So when they see’em is niggas they
know who got em
We came from the bottom to the top
From hookies to a drop
And killa be killed is tha attitude I got
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in
the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints
in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits
the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me
man
I know u preyin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denile
50 told u niggas
Young buck showed u niggas
Banks free yayo
Tell them bitch ass niggas put their
vests on
IM HERE NOW
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