Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) July The 4th Lyrics

July The 4th Lyrics

How should I start? I'm so confused



By now I'm sure you heard the news



Cats I got workin' on the block,



Got a plot for me to stop



In my heart, I can't even say they wrong



Cuz in the game all the playas sing the same song







I have seen cats do back flips when the bullets hit



Had to go and bring Jesus in they life



Counterfeit to the pulpit



But anyway







I'm so loved and hated 'round the community



My mother wonder what money, drugs can do to me



I swear to God, I seen the Devil in my bag of weed



Where you live, I might freeze,



Gotta get this cheese



Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers



And slappin' five with a player



Man, like I'm they nigga







I paged Nickatina, he didn't call me back



He must be on tour, but I'm not sure



But once again, it's July the 4th



And once again



God I'm goin' to war, for sure







"There's gonna be fighting,



And somebody's gonna get hurt, that's for sure"







.... "And everything we worked for will be wiped out



And I don't think we can let that happen,



I mean that makes sense"







Man I taught these cats how to move this coke



Taught these cats about the weed they smoke



Took they mind from bein' broke



Now they wanna have me smoked?







My woman said to me, 'her or my friends?'



I said my friends cuz we bowed our ends



She said, nigga please



Them muthafuckas is ya enemies



Baby I love you but I gots ta leave



Because you don't sleep



Some nights man, you don't even eat



Smokin' weed, nigga,



Runnin' the streets



But check it, I don't complain







I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain



It's like razors just to hear her name



Put that on double glocks



The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock



Even the rain won't stop the plot







Got a page from Nickatina



But right when I was 'bout to call him back



My windshield had suddenly cracked,



from the impact



Gave shotty, glass half cut off my body



I can recognize the shooter,



It was little Shotty



And I gave that muthafucka, yea his name,



He tryna' to take a cat out the game







Yo, I'm full of blood (?)



You know bullets give you hot love



I go in shock from the heat of the slug



I think I'm 'bout to die







This is my last time to testify



And after that there was no reply



Put that on double glocks (Shit)







"What did you say your name was again?"



"I didn't"