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An1 Ent - Right Or Wrong Lyrics

[Intro: Cruddy Murda]
Damn, hey Cruddy
Hey Cruddy
Uh
I'm telling you (Hey Terk, Sparkheem)
Ka!

[Chorus: Cruddy Murda]
I was in the last then I ran up my racks
Ran out of work so I'm doubling back
When it get cold I'll sit in my spot
Spot lil' shit I just chill in the trap
I know niggas don't want me to make it
'Cause when it's 'bout me, it's always hate shit
I just talked to JB he said he still take shit
They gave him fifteen for them jackets and [?]
So many opps I'm debating
Talking to Sneaky like "which one we shanking?"
[?] and that shit got me heated
He went on that hill and he set up a meeting
I swear I be thinking 'bout June [?]
And all of my niggas that's gone
If I get the drop gеt 'em gone by tomorrow
I'm with all of my niggas they right or thеy're wrong

[Verse: Semi Homie]
Took a big-ass L and start dropping my mask
He ran with his iron we was chasing his ass
I'm off this Perc' and I'm thinking 'bout the men
I don't condone on that shit they be doing they ain't men
Cuz tryna spin in the morning [?]
Nigga on the men I be walking with ten
She got in her feelings I ain't fuck her in a month
I be taking down shit I got some alias bunk
Nigga acting like he won't get chased with this Drac'
Walked out with a hundred and left with his Drac'
I'm on her friend so I told her "boo we need some space"
Getting chased by the law and I'm working the e-brake
[?] RP digging this bitch I need three brakes
[?] everyday of the week we ain't fucking around
I'm riding with Glo that's my dog [?]
She want to slime out a nigga her call got ignored
Bitch I really be in the heart of my trenches
Them niggas be capping like shit we different
I really put on them gloves bitch you really [?]
Bitch you throw him out there and I'm bagging your nigga
Highed up and I just lost the key to my safe
In the meantime I'ma run up a new safe
You fucking with them nigga know you ain't safe
How it feel to wake up with a gun in your face?
[Chorus: Cruddy Murda]
I was in the last then I ran up my racks
Ran out of work so I'm doubling back
When it get cold I'll sit in my spot
Spot lil' shit I just chill in the trap
I know niggas don't want me to make it
'Cause when it's 'bout me, it's always hate shit
I just talked to JB he said he still take shit
They gave him fifteen for them jackets and [?]
So many opps I'm debating
Talking to Sneaky like "which one we shanking?"
[?] and that shit got me heated
He went on that hill and he set up a meeting
I swear I be thinking 'bout June [?]
And all of my niggas that's gone
If I get the drop get 'em gone by tomorrow
I'm with all of my niggas they right or they're wrong