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Tragedy Video (MV)




Performed By: Shmoked Out
Length: 3:56
Written by: Jamaul Little




Shmoked Out - Tragedy Lyrics




Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Hop in dat stang see how fast does it go
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot

I had to get a bag
I come in first and dese niggaz last
Do so much dirt gotta wash my hands
Got off a pack made a couple bands
Buy it and sell it
It's simple math
Dis ain't no lie check da polygraph
448 grams
Get em off get it in
Jus sold a bail at da budget inn
Ran up dem racks ain't no budgeting
Spend it
F*cked up a bag at lenox
Came out dat mf drippin
Seen em wen I came out da entrance
12 always be trippin
Hopped in da mf stang
They got right behind me
Tryna catch a nigga slippin
Got on da hwy like 80 I'm cruising
My bitch beside me she rollin a doobie
Check in my rear view and I see dem pigs
I already kno it's finna be some shit
He hit lights and I hit gas
I did dash he right on my ass
I had to pull over can't crash da coupe
I jus pray to god dis nigga don't shoot

Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Hop in dat stang see how fast does it go
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
I jus got shot
My body dropped
Dat bullet was hot
Mf da cops
My blood all over da block
Damn I hope I don't die
My daughter gon cry
My mama askin why wit tears in her eyes
Look to da sky
She pleadin wit god
Right den I woke up
It was a dream
Can't let dem pigs intervene
I gotta plan
Dey tryna f*ck up my scheme
Can't let em get in between
I'm runnin thru bags
And I got bags on seat
My whip it gotta be clean
When I'm movin thru traffic
Drip like i parted da seas
My bitches come wit degrees
Yea Dey da baddest
ZUMMIE gang all on Dey tees
Bitches got some on Dey cheeks
And i got percs for fiends
Runnin thru plays need some cleats
I'm in da field gotta watch for da D's
I'm in a whole nother league
Pistol loaded and I keep it discreet
Man f*ck da police
Dey see a nigga and pull out dey peace and Dey squeeze
F*ck 12

Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Hop in dat stang see how fast does it go
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
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Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Hop in dat stang see how fast does it go
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot

I had to get a bag
I come in first and dese niggaz last
Do so much dirt gotta wash my hands
Got off a pack made a couple bands
Buy it and sell it
It's simple math
Dis ain't no lie check da polygraph
448 grams
Get em off get it in
Jus sold a bail at da budget inn
Ran up dem racks ain't no budgeting
Spend it
F*cked up a bag at lenox
Came out dat mf drippin
Seen em wen I came out da entrance
12 always be trippin
Hopped in da mf stang
They got right behind me
Tryna catch a nigga slippin
Got on da hwy like 80 I'm cruising
My bitch beside me she rollin a doobie
Check in my rear view and I see dem pigs
I already kno it's finna be some shit
He hit lights and I hit gas
I did dash he right on my ass
I had to pull over can't crash da coupe
I jus pray to god dis nigga don't shoot

Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Hop in dat stang see how fast does it go
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
I jus got shot
My body dropped
Dat bullet was hot
Mf da cops
My blood all over da block
Damn I hope I don't die
My daughter gon cry
My mama askin why wit tears in her eyes
Look to da sky
She pleadin wit god
Right den I woke up
It was a dream
Can't let dem pigs intervene
I gotta plan
Dey tryna f*ck up my scheme
Can't let em get in between
I'm runnin thru bags
And I got bags on seat
My whip it gotta be clean
When I'm movin thru traffic
Drip like i parted da seas
My bitches come wit degrees
Yea Dey da baddest
ZUMMIE gang all on Dey tees
Bitches got some on Dey cheeks
And i got percs for fiends
Runnin thru plays need some cleats
I'm in da field gotta watch for da D's
I'm in a whole nother league
Pistol loaded and I keep it discreet
Man f*ck da police
Dey see a nigga and pull out dey peace and Dey squeeze
F*ck 12

Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Hop in dat stang see how fast does it go
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
Dis shit is a tragedy whoa
12 try to pull me over aint gon stop
Cuz if I do I might get shot
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Writer: Jamaul Little
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