Where It Goez Wrong Lyrics
| Song | Where It Goez Wrong |
| Artist | Black Moon |
| Artist | Tek |
| Album | Total Eclipse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Dewgarde, Williams | |
| (feat. Tek) | |
| (Tek) | |
| Dear Lord can you hear me? | |
| Do I want them to respect or fear me | |
| Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty | |
| Though I know I can't put the barrel to everybody | |
| Pray for me now, what makes a soldier? | |
| I know it's no breaths til beef is over | |
| Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth | |
| And my cousin baby just died from crib death | |
| Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell | |
| I know sufferin' and pain really well | |
| If it don't kill you, it makes you strong | |
| I think of the song, "what's going on" | |
| When it's going wrong | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| When I act like it's love, and I know it ain't | |
| If it was up to you, y'all niggaz would be throwin' paint | |
| On my outfit, like he ain't about shit | |
| Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain | |
| See I had geeks, and all y'all really had was feet | |
| And you ain't never had a beef, so why you had to speak | |
| Fasten your seat, and I'ma take ya on a mission, nigga | |
| I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga | |
| Get the check, pay ya dues, or pay ya respect | |
| Or pay attention, cuz I already paid the rest, to just | |
| Focus on the god, as the God speak | |
| Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street | |
| And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it | |
| If it's love it's love, if it's not, so be it... | |
| (Tek) | |
| I put my love for boxing, into everything | |
| I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring | |
| I'm military in the mind, hood in the streets | |
| Good nigga in the hearts, nothing bout me weak | |
| I open shop, rent the blocks, and call the shots | |
| You get popped, get knocked, co-operate with cops | |
| I get live, survive at one sixty five | |
| You nothin' like the god, I'm out raw til I die | |
| Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me | |
| I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry | |
| Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me | |
| Blinded thug angel til my god call me | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| I brought you up, from the ground up | |
| Now you wanna run and say my sound suck | |
| Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt | |
| But ain't no buts when I come around | |
| All you hear is the crowd yell "Buck" | |
| Get it right, or get it wrong | |
| What's my name, Buckshot, what ya name | |
| Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today | |
| Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today | |
| Shame, could of been in the game, but now what | |
| You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt | |
| The niggaz that be geesin' you up | |
| Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut | |
| Jesus, it sucks, your reason, is what | |
| You don't got one, big deal, you got guns | |
| I got guns, be for real, we can get it on | |
| Right now, but stack up, your money short | |
| And I'm long right now, I told you |
| zuo qu : Blake, Dewgarde, Williams | |
| feat. Tek | |
| Tek | |
| Dear Lord can you hear me? | |
| Do I want them to respect or fear me | |
| Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty | |
| Though I know I can' t put the barrel to everybody | |
| Pray for me now, what makes a soldier? | |
| I know it' s no breaths til beef is over | |
| Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth | |
| And my cousin baby just died from crib death | |
| Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell | |
| I know sufferin' and pain really well | |
| If it don' t kill you, it makes you strong | |
| I think of the song, " what' s going on" | |
| When it' s going wrong | |
| Buckshot | |
| When I act like it' s love, and I know it ain' t | |
| If it was up to you, y' all niggaz would be throwin' paint | |
| On my outfit, like he ain' t about shit | |
| Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain | |
| See I had geeks, and all y' all really had was feet | |
| And you ain' t never had a beef, so why you had to speak | |
| Fasten your seat, and I' ma take ya on a mission, nigga | |
| I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga | |
| Get the check, pay ya dues, or pay ya respect | |
| Or pay attention, cuz I already paid the rest, to just | |
| Focus on the god, as the God speak | |
| Never waste a line like I' m sniffin' on the hard street | |
| And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it | |
| If it' s love it' s love, if it' s not, so be it... | |
| Tek | |
| I put my love for boxing, into everything | |
| I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring | |
| I' m military in the mind, hood in the streets | |
| Good nigga in the hearts, nothing bout me weak | |
| I open shop, rent the blocks, and call the shots | |
| You get popped, get knocked, cooperate with cops | |
| I get live, survive at one sixty five | |
| You nothin' like the god, I' m out raw til I die | |
| Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me | |
| I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry | |
| Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me | |
| Blinded thug angel til my god call me | |
| Buckshot | |
| I brought you up, from the ground up | |
| Now you wanna run and say my sound suck | |
| Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt | |
| But ain' t no buts when I come around | |
| All you hear is the crowd yell " Buck" | |
| Get it right, or get it wrong | |
| What' s my name, Buckshot, what ya name | |
| Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today | |
| Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today | |
| Shame, could of been in the game, but now what | |
| You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt | |
| The niggaz that be geesin' you up | |
| Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut | |
| Jesus, it sucks, your reason, is what | |
| You don' t got one, big deal, you got guns | |
| I got guns, be for real, we can get it on | |
| Right now, but stack up, your money short | |
| And I' m long right now, I told you |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Dewgarde, Williams | |
| feat. Tek | |
| Tek | |
| Dear Lord can you hear me? | |
| Do I want them to respect or fear me | |
| Nightmares got me sleepin' with the little shotty | |
| Though I know I can' t put the barrel to everybody | |
| Pray for me now, what makes a soldier? | |
| I know it' s no breaths til beef is over | |
| Keep your guns warm, my heart goes out to you Seth | |
| And my cousin baby just died from crib death | |
| Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell | |
| I know sufferin' and pain really well | |
| If it don' t kill you, it makes you strong | |
| I think of the song, " what' s going on" | |
| When it' s going wrong | |
| Buckshot | |
| When I act like it' s love, and I know it ain' t | |
| If it was up to you, y' all niggaz would be throwin' paint | |
| On my outfit, like he ain' t about shit | |
| Before you talk about shit, take your mitts of my mini fountain | |
| See I had geeks, and all y' all really had was feet | |
| And you ain' t never had a beef, so why you had to speak | |
| Fasten your seat, and I' ma take ya on a mission, nigga | |
| I teach my own how to keep my own, listen nigga | |
| Get the check, pay ya dues, or pay ya respect | |
| Or pay attention, cuz I already paid the rest, to just | |
| Focus on the god, as the God speak | |
| Never waste a line like I' m sniffin' on the hard street | |
| And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it | |
| If it' s love it' s love, if it' s not, so be it... | |
| Tek | |
| I put my love for boxing, into everything | |
| I know the ropes how to read the scale and work the ring | |
| I' m military in the mind, hood in the streets | |
| Good nigga in the hearts, nothing bout me weak | |
| I open shop, rent the blocks, and call the shots | |
| You get popped, get knocked, cooperate with cops | |
| I get live, survive at one sixty five | |
| You nothin' like the god, I' m out raw til I die | |
| Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me | |
| I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry | |
| Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me | |
| Blinded thug angel til my god call me | |
| Buckshot | |
| I brought you up, from the ground up | |
| Now you wanna run and say my sound suck | |
| Tellin' niggaz Duck Down butt | |
| But ain' t no buts when I come around | |
| All you hear is the crowd yell " Buck" | |
| Get it right, or get it wrong | |
| What' s my name, Buckshot, what ya name | |
| Not in this song, heh, sorry no props today | |
| Hard on the stretch, fiends won no rocks today | |
| Shame, could of been in the game, but now what | |
| You shine for an hour, nobody dug ya style, butt | |
| The niggaz that be geesin' you up | |
| Hopin' you hand them a piece of the cut | |
| Jesus, it sucks, your reason, is what | |
| You don' t got one, big deal, you got guns | |
| I got guns, be for real, we can get it on | |
| Right now, but stack up, your money short | |
| And I' m long right now, I told you |
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