Freddie Gibbs - Dark Hearted
[00:01.93] Yeah (yeah)
[00:03.79] (Space Rabbit)
[00:04.58] Yeah-yeah (yeah)
[00:06.71] Yeah-yeah (space Rabbit push a space coupe)
[00:08.84] I pray the choppa never jam, homie (yeah)
[00:13.62] I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)
[00:18.66] I pray the choppa never jam
[00:20.79] .30, .30 in my hands
[00:22.38] DEA and detective done got me cuffed on that ambulance
[00:24.51] Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
[00:26.92] Send a hit and scratch off a hit, bitch, I'm the Murder Man
[00:29.58] Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
[00:31.71] And I know I took a risk with this shit when I put my hands on it
[00:34.63] All my enemies watchin', they plottin' plan on me
[00:37.03] They go end up one of them dead homies
[00:39.41] 'Cause how can a nigga stand on it when it ain't the truth?
[00:41.54] Pussy niggas run on me when it's time to shoot
[00:43.94] Motherfuck a friend, get them bitches out my crew
[00:46.59] I know you wouldn't fuck with me if I didn't have no loot
[00:48.72] 'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
[00:50.57] Tell me, what niggas know about hard times?
[00:52.16] Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
[00:54.56] Know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side
[00:57.21] Still a rich nigga with mob ties
[00:59.07] 'Cause nigga, we was locked in
[01:00.94] Million six and my niggas didn't want apartment
[01:03.05] We was pushin' that molly, powder and octane
[01:05.45] Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then
[01:07.84] Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
[01:10.26] Man, this game got me dark-hearted
[01:12.12] Smoke a jam like a alcoholic, don't get me started
[01:14.51] I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end
[01:16.90] But I guess that shit just wasn't on the plans
[01:19.55] I pray this choppa never jam
[01:20.62] .30, .30 in my hands
[01:22.21] Shoot him if he ain't DOA, we shoot up the ambulance
[01:24.60] Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
[01:27.01] Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I'm the Murder Man
[01:29.67] Dead nigga put his hands on me
[01:32.06] I might pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie
[01:34.72] Swear my friends turnin' fed on me (bitch)
[01:37.10] Man, they pussy niggas might take a stand on me
[01:38.96] But how can a nigga stand on it when it ain't the truth?
[01:41.62] Pussy niggas run on me when it's time to shoot
[01:44.02] She think I'm her man, baby, I'm just knockin' boots
[01:46.66] I know you wouldn't fuck with me if I didn't have no loot
[01:48.79] 'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
[01:50.38] Tell me, what bitches know about hard times?
[01:52.00] Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
[01:54.65] Know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side
[01:57.04] Still a rich nigga with mob ties
[01:58.90] 'Cause nigga, we was locked in
[02:00.76] Million six and my niggas didn't want apartment
[02:02.89] We was pushin' that molly, powder and octane
[02:05.27] Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then
[02:07.95] Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
[02:10.60] Man, this game got me dark-hearted
[02:12.47] Smoke a jam like a alcoholic, don't get me started
[02:14.85] I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end
[02:17.77] But I guess that shit just wasn't on the plans
[02:19.38] I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)
[02:23.64] I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)
[02:28.69] I pray this choppa never jam, homie (yeah-yeah)
[02:33.73] I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)
[02:38.78] I pray this choppa never jam
[02:43.82] I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)
[02:48.63] I pray this choppa never jam, homie (yeah)
[02:53.95] I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)
