Песня: Light 'em Up (Rip Doe B) (feat. Pharrell & Watch The Duck) You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it
Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment Erybody going deeper to the dark Point of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord Hatred in the heart Poison [?] a nigga use to play and trade toys with a nigga Now you gotta go to war with a nigga Just because you got more than a nigga Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto America Man, we just lucky that we make it out See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it They say you got it, they don't even want it It just hurt so much for them to see you with it What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the making What we put together never let 'em take it Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it
You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Lighters up, lighters up Get your lighters up, lighters up
You know when I met you, sitting in the car Buck head in the mall, you was something special He was just a young nigga, Still he never got excited, It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard Reppin' role tide Alabama You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him Still to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin' Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even feel it At your video, I could feel the [?] We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside Start to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?" Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?" You said "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude" Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude, They'll come around in a year or two Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the family Said "I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy" Showed you how to mix the Actavis Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't panic Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening? Working with Pharell, chillin' in Miami" All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm coming 'Fore I leave though, I gotta handle something" I just said "ok" I hung up the phone Couple hours later, damn my nigga gone
You was suppose to make it You was suppose to make it You was suppose to make it You was suppose to make it
Devil's business, my brother gone Supposed to be a living legend Hating nigga sent you home But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky On the 4th of July And light him up
Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Lighters up, lighters up Get your lighters up, lighters up
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