Desperado

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Snug Brim] My Pappy told me "never trust a motherfucker" Took  it in stride, stayed away from small time petty hustlers Cause  when we ride, it's nothing less than 4 or 5 mags [?] AR 15's, fully aquipt, automacks, AK 47's [?] green, ain't no new thing Sit  on the block [?] Tryna  do things Weather it was CD's or [?] I  kept a cream plug Making a habbit of showing the feends love Tryna maneuver with the intruder Pockets a little bit bigger than [?] It's  cool, cause I do ya Leave, come and Get this weed, take this snow If you please, make it low But I refuse to be taken advantage of So if you thinkin bout fuckin with me nigga you better run My riders is down to bust [?] even matter [?] I'm making the final cut You might as well give it up You stuck with us [Chorus: Snug Brim and Skatterman] We desperados Fully aquipt with AR 15's with some hollos Our only point in life is to get to see tomorrow We drinking Remy Martin straight out the bottle We desperados [Verse 2: Skatterman] Dodging and ducking them all Give me a page, and I cook it up, and stuff it in my drores Dude I break it down and I sell it in weight Got 2 niggas in the feteral for [?] See [?] my home [?] Knowing they can't live off the cash I shoot them But you got me between arock and a brick Hustling but I'm struggling, so I'm copping this shit Telling me to keep it real, but I don't even know what's real myself Hopeless, to the point I wanna kill myself Hurting bad on the inside, I can't heal myself So I get drunk until I'm numb, and I can't feel myself I ask the lord to take the pain away, but I'm a sinner Tryna stack my cash and get away, but I'm still a nigga I got everywhere to run, but nowhere to hide A million dollars on my head, wanted dead or alive [Chorus: Snug Brim and Skatterman] We desperados Fully aquipt with AR 15's with some hollos Our only point in life is to get to see tomorrow We drinking Remy Martin straight out the bottle We desperados [Verse 3: Skatterman and Snug Brim] Black sheap of my family, enomy of the state I stay fround up, you don't see the hate on my face My daddy never wanted me, so I stay fucked up internally Plus the souls of my dead homies haunt me Telling me to act a fool and represent But I don't know if I should shoot up the school, or go hit a lick Motherfuckers play with my emotions, losing my focus Still stuck in the ghetto with the rats and the roaches When they aproach us, we just stand there because we fearless Been crying for help for 20 years, but they can't hear us Fuck bail, because we living in hell I'd rather die on the streets, before I go back to jail And if my family don't [?] [?] poppin berrettas Don't go get us Got the whole midwest [?] hold these techs When i'm delivering nigga you know we the best No need for asking, we stay smashing Kansas City keep it blasting [Chorus: Snug Brim and Skatterman] We desperados Fully aquipt with AR 15's with some hollos Our only point in life is to get to see tomorrow We drinking Remy Martin straight out the bottle We desperados