Nobody Get Hurt Letra

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The Garcia Brothers

Letra de Nobody Get Hurt
Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low

The poverty reality I live, it's too cold
This hunger, the anger, this hatred is just getting old
So put the ski mask on my face now
Hide my motherfucking face
Load up my granddad's gun
Run up in richie boy's beach house
And rob the fuck outta everyone

Rob from the rich and give to the poor
Nothing can stop me, I'm out on the roll
Children are crying and dying while you people laughing
It's outta control, you know
Body in the hole, keep that on the low
Burning the way with the smoke
I murder them all, I rather you eat when you broke
Than listen to one of these jokes
I'm telling them all this is a stick up
Don't nobody get up, nobody get hurt
Watching them fall, might as well give up
'Cause I just lite up the whole fucking work
Peace out to the wrong, hello to the right
I'll never be stopping to fight
So we can be living just like some kings tonight
Scrubbing it up but you're living the life

Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low

Rich boys don't expect me to roll up
I'm too cold standing on your front porch
They hate me, I love it, I'm so quick out the door
With the fortune to feed my fam now, enough for everyone
Them richies understand now, the hungry man spill blood

When you run along with hungry, all of my family, homies
Nobody gonna be lonely, even if you don't really know me
Pull out the guns, put one to your dome
Robbing you for everything that you're own
Take what we need and leave what we don't
But I take it all and don't think that I won't
You know I make them run, for the life they go no more
You know I teach my son and daughter how I roll
If I'mma stick with what you got, you know you don't deserve it
Don't give a fuck, you called the cops 'cause I know nobody's perfect

Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low