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Bad Luck
U.N.L.V.
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Have you ever had bad luck, my nigga?
Have you ever got your kid kidnapped or raped?
Have you ever been kidnapped or raped?
Have you ever lost a loved one in the family?
Maybe, uh, to death or 25 to life?
Maybe you had somebody die because of a violent tragedy
Maybe they died because of disease
Or they might be in a wheelchair, huh
Bad luck
Bad luck, baby
Bad luck, baby
It seems, like I'm having a stress factor
Niggas sleeping with black cats
Boy, I'm walking up and down ladders
Splitting poles, friends turning to foes
Brooms sweep off my feet
Nigga, I'm starving to death like a bum in an alley
Baby, I can't eat
Having nightmares of the night
Nigga, now you know it's gonna be a gunfight
Tonight, Freddy Krueger appeared on the scene
Strapped with twin TECs, boy, with infrared beams
Having nightmares with Jason and Michael Myers
Chasing me with machetes
Niggas kicking in my door
Baby boy, and killing me over my fetti, huh
Satan takes place in the execution of men
Niggas going to war like Israelis and Palestinians
Is this the end, my nig, of the world?
My Lord, please can I raise a son and a girl?
Boy, do I gotta keep a 40 close?
So I don't get that ass beat
When the cops pull a nigga over
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, nightmares of cops and the feds
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, niggas killing me over my bread
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
Man, I don't wanna live no more
Them be the voices of them demons screaming for my soul
I didn't have so much bad luck on a 200 block
It was slow, it's rainy, plus the cops got the turf hot
And I can't seem to find a good broad for me
I need a horny hoochie, really be the whore for me
I stay in and out of cemeteries, jail, and court
I'm stressed out on Remy Martin blunts and them Newports
Ain't got no friends, can't even count 'em on one hand
So I just talk to my dead homies while sipping on Henn
The devil's trying to expand his evil throughout my turf
And what's worse is my peoples start to work they guns
It hurts to know my aunt's prayers hurt buns
For funds, so she can go purchase some crumbs
Since I was young I've been a bad boy
With bad luck and love blasting punks in they guts
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, and nightmares with the cops and feds
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, and niggas killing me over my bread
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
I'm having bad luck, my money be funny like Bernie Mac
Can barely afford some Cognac, and that's one sack
I'm having bad luck, I just been a victim of a jack
And my best friend and his family just stabbed me in my back
I'm having bad luck, too many days I asked the stars
For money to save me, waking up in a petty car
I'm having bad luck, I just got into a gunfight
Plus I bailed from the mess and found my nigga last night
Have you ever had some bad luck
And got caught up with a sack of weed in your nuts or in your butt?
I'm having bad luck, I just got out for illegal search and seizure
And a nigga got dropped on the turf
So I still gotta keep my heater
I'm mad as fuck, my homie just had some bad luck
He got caught slipping on the other side and got shot up
I'm having bad luck, so I pray, baby, for my ghetto wishes
And keep a wishbone 'cause a nigga stay superstitious
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, and nightmares with the cops and feds
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, and niggas killing me over my bread
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, and nightmares with the cops and feds
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head
I'm having bad luck, no one to turn to or trust
I'm having bad luck, boy, I'm feeling death's touch
Having bad luck, and niggas killing me over my bread
Surrounding me, infrareds, putting them chops to my head