Strange Songtext
von Tela

Smoke that
Hit it
Hey bitch
Bitch hit it

How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight

Witness the gun clapper, blast
Who got murdered for that killer slash thug rapper
As these niggas begin to come after me
In the middle of the night

Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor
In the middle of the fight


Quiet, shhh, on the set
Light up your blunts and cigarettes

The richer G′s get are the bitches these niggas
My picture gets painted like Leonardo Da Vinci
Full of envy, Texas was the spot

Niggas got shot and fuck your memories
Send me the flyest MC that's trying to see
That Suave compound, they got harmed
Broke down to the highest degree
Well I be the bitch wanna fuck Mike for free
Either slide me a G (biotch)
Or get the fuck up out my ride
See my Uzi weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run

Got game to fuck a nun
Blame my gun
I′ll leave you shaking son
Of a bitch, I'm rich
I'm quick to hit you up
Niggas them strange motherfuckers that don′t give a fuck


How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight

I was born and brought up where these streets be the key
A race of suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets
Suffer from poverty even though a nigga be slanging dope

And dodging the Feds because them bastards want me broke
Backlashes of prison for 90 days I′m doing bad
No money on book so every day I'm living mad
Born to be tough

Through all these miseries and pain
Standing strong
Through these struggles of these deadly gang
Visions of body bags and my homies′ closed caskets
Illusions of prison and pistol pressures that I blast it
I'm out to live with no time to play
I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways

Straight up
Cause life is a trick bitch
If you reaping weak
You stuck, shit out of luck

Seeking for release, too much destruction they claim
We gots to make a change
So much trouble between each other
Cause your ghetto life is strange

How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight

Philosophically, psychologically you finna be fucked
We going on this ride, and yo bitch I′m gon' seduct
Nigga what do I give a
Ask the Mound killer
Faces I remember they say dump ′em in the river

New Year's Eve, 1999 nigga
Virtual reality, galaxy getting slicker
Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mr

Mike took a flight, had some clips to deliver
Headed back to the Suave Castle
I had to wrestle with this trespasser
Who had a dick like a lasso
And this gavel was a midget with banana clippers
Bootlegging sniffers
And Mr. Mike a-fucking-wicked
Ways of a rage in his fucking chest

Blew his ass to bits
Particles of green shits
It really goes to show you that shit done changed
And year 2000 life still be strange

How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight

How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight

How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas wanna ride tonight
Die tonight, survive tonight