Letra de Big Dump Ballad - Westside Gunn

(Feat. Keisha Plum)

Grr

Grr

Ayo

All-black Balenci's, bomin' out the bushes (Ah)

My heart got scars, my brother face crooked

Oh, Lord took us from 'Chine Gun, I was devastated

I'm from a city where ain't nobody ever made it (Uh-uh)

Now we lookin' at the stores, I was just caged in

I was just Gucci'd down in Ginza, eatin' ramen

Revelations, duckin' fed investigations

All night, I seen my celly pacin', Lord, be patient

If I had three wishes, I'd want to get Sly out of prison

Make sure my babies live life with no ceilin'

Then I'd give these fuck niggas wisdom

The world might be a better place, I forgive 'em

My white fiend dancin' to this shit with no rhythm

Forty-three tucked in the Valentino denim (Boom, boom, boom)

Half a kilo, cappuccino, gold desert eagle (Boom, boom, boom)

Rich and evil, Steven Regal, Ricky "Dragon" Steamboat (Ahh)

High tops with the Pucci peacoat

Yay' residue on the C-note, my shooters still keep hope (Sniff)

He still keep faith

Teesha spot, big eight on the dinner plate

Kids cryin', roaches crawlin', super need to renovate

First nigga show up, shoot his ass, just to demonstrate (Doot, doot, doot, doot)

It's the king of New York (It's the king of New York)

(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

I've cried enough tears

To fill three Nile rivers

When did you start writin' poetry?

I can't remember

This was already destined by God

An angel born in December

Coldest Plum ever (Coldest Plum ever)

They want my voice

They want my words

They want my songs

I make the gangstas feel cuddly and warm (Cuddly and warm)

Retracin' my footsteps, overthinkin' the missteps

Snowflakes in my necklace, that's courtesy of West

Carry this legacy like a bulletproof vest (Yeah)

Shot after shot of D'usse

Pour up my own troubles

Through whatever storms

Poem after poem bubbled

Wrote for Pray for Paris and WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE?

The same year, my pops died (Rest in peace, Pops)

Impeccable chaos, writin' kept my ass alive

Still stomp you out in the Louis V Timbo's

Eastside of Buffalo my birthplace, I've been throned

Scar tissue, tear another piece of my soul

They did my boy filthy (Damn)

The night Inf was murdered

I hit West with the 9-1-1 (9-1-1)

In a state of shock and paranoia

All at once (All at once)

Felt cold, felt burnin' hot, felt numb (Felt numb)

Keep your ears to the streets (Ears to the streets, ears to the streets)

Long live Big Dump

Brr, yeah

Took me forever to, to write this

We've all been through so much pain in life

But it's joy at the same time

And it's loyalty over everything

Big Griselda

Yo, I forgot to tell you

I've done Volume II, Diary of a Jailhouse Lawyer

Volume II by Donald "Sly" Green and Tracy Green

I put a whole ch- (This call is from a federal prison)

Been able to get in touch with you

I put a whole chapter in the book on you, man

On me and you (Th-, man)

Me, you, when, um, when we met Nicky Scarfo and all that

I put a whole chapter in there on us, man

Wow

I explained to 'em that, you know, you was a gentlemen gangster and

You didn't go for nothin', you was a stand up dude and

How close we was and how we stood and represented Buff'

I put all that in there

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