At Close Range Songtext
von Bodega Bamz

I got a lot of heart with this bulldog
Davey Boy Smith I call it, begging for a shot
We called it, this Tanboy shit
All real from the concrete, let a don speak
I tried to be low with that low piece
Then my pockets got low like a slow leak
I wanna die fast, not slowly
I wanna sip young, not Olde E
I got a cousin named Nivay, born in Hell
Nobody told me to rap ′cause I was born to sell
I'm telling true stories in the pen house
You on a project roof telling tall tales
AD doing ten years
Real papis cry blood, never tears
Real papis look around, never stare
Real papis say the truth, never dare My cousin died in jail of the AIDS
Somebody knew, sleeping in his sell every day
No, he wasn′t gay, he just loved the vein
He restin' in a million dollar grave in Saint Rays right now
My baby mother bitching, want me tied down
But I don't give a fuck, even when we lie down
Had to separate to see who on my side now
All this bullshit make me wanna use the cal
I got 20/20 under both eyebrows
On my Makaveli shit, are you still down?
On my 2Pac shit, are you still down?
Picture me not moving up, are you still down?
Most niggas got a problem with me
How the fuck you s′posed to deal if your hands shake?
I rolled the dice like Morgan till the under take, yeah
I wish to God when I sleep, I′ll be wide awake


Shotty by my bed, sleeping with my vest on
Holy bible open, praying to the Lord
If I die today, I'm taking a couple with me
I′m taking a couple with me
Shotty by my bed, sleeping with my vest on
Holy bible open, praying to the Lord
If I die today, I'm taking a couple with me
I′m taking a couple with me