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Heem B$F & Black Soprano Family - Caper Boy (Official Lyric Video)

PRE-ORDER NEW HEEM ALBUM "From The Cradle To The Game" https://lnk.to/FromTheCradleToTheGame FOLLOW HEEM   / iamheem     / heem-b%24f   https://open.spotify.com/artist/6VG5D... https://music.amazon.com/artists/B088... Lyrics Ha, ha Why the fuck ni- always talkin’ ‘bout “I robbed this, and shot that” I’m the fuckin’ caper boy ni-, shut the fuck up I was sellin’ hard raw middle of the trenches Then I bought a sawed off and took it on a mission (Ni-) Knew I was a gangsta since my eighth grade detentions, thoughts of goin to prison ‘cause I didn’t wanna listen (What else ?) Whole month straight, I’m in in school suspension (Uh huh) Started coming late, then a ni- went missing (What else ?) If you can’t relate, then you prolly lived different (Okay) I was crack pitchin’ hoody on, door kickin’ (Fuck over here ni-) Some shit I wanna change, and I coulda did different (What else ?) They tried to show me how, but I didn’t pay attention (What else ?) Learn the hard ways, that’s all they ever mention (Uh huh) From pissy hall ways, I was trynna make a difference (Mothafucka) Did some shady business, so ni- be suspicious (Okay) If it’s a gangsta party, I was always in attendance (Mothafucka) Got ‘em turnin’ heads, when we walk through the entrance (BSF ni-) 30 ni- with pendants, killas and co defendants niPut yo hands up ni- this a 211 hit Kill everything moving on some 187 shit It ain’t about money, then that shit ain’t relevant Told me put the coke down, and I started selling this One for the money and the love of the trenches Two stay loyal, spread love with my niRun up seven figures and don’t look back once It’s hard work I ain’t have no luck huh, they know Two shooters with me always better than one (For real) He ain’t trynna clip nothin’, keep leaving his gun (Fuck ya gun at ni-) We gon’ look you in the face, so you can’t even run Told my ni- pump the brakes, he with his daughter and son (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Know he sticking to the codes, no kids, no hoes But we gon’ leave him in his dome when he get back home (Bap, bap, bap) On a real murda mission, so we leaving the phones This blue steel that I’m grippin’, it’ll break through bones (Brrrrrrrrr) All this shit, it was written, we set it in stones Before i learned how to hustle, I was breakin’ in homes Trynna lay a ni- down, get the bag and I’m gone Clean a ni- whole stash when I’m wavin’ the chrome (Where that shit at ?) We the ones who did it first, stay settin’ the tone Sly Green did it worse, talk to him on the phone (Free Sly ni-) I give you Heem every verse, them other ni- be clones I gave it up, I’m trynna do it like Hov mothafucka Put yo hands up ni- this a 211 hit Kill everything moving on some 187 shit It ain’t about money, then that shit ain’t relevant Told me put the coke down, and I started selling this One for the money and the love of the trenches Two stay loyal, spread love with my niRun up seven figures and don’t look back once It’s hard work I ain’t have no luck huh, they know http://vevo.ly/vZsaoC