
When the Doves Cry (Drum & Bass Breaks)
[Chorus] You shouldn't have done that G and now you are going to die. This is what happens when the doves cry. You shouldn't have done that G and now you are going to die. This is what happens when the doves cry. [Verse 1] I’m the ghost in the trap, black hoodie, no face, You ran your mouth loose, now you sealed your own fate. Thought you was slick, flip the pack on my block, But I got eyes in the shadows, tick-tock on the clock. You smiled in my face, then stabbed me in the back, Took food off my table, now your whole world black. I loaded up the clip while you was countin’ my cash, Prayed to your fake gods, but it’s too late for that. Street code unbreakable, you broke it for a buck, Now I’m ridin’ through the night, windows tinted, lights cut. Your mama gon’ weep when they pull you from the trunk, This ain’t a movie, lil’ homie—this the real-life slump. [Chorus] You shouldn't have done that G and now you are going to die. This is what happens when the doves cry. You shouldn't have done that G and now you are going to die. This is what happens when the doves cry. [Verse 2] Remember when we was young, posted on the corner store? You switched sides for a chain and a foreign hoe. I built this empire brick by brick, blood in the mortar, You sold me out to the feds like a fuckin’ reporter. Now the doves cryin’, white feathers turn red, I see your ghost already, bullets flyin’ through your head. No mercy in these veins, ice water in my chest, Put the barrel to your temple, make you confess your mess. Family ain’t safe, I told you from the jump, Cross the family, get the whole tree slumped. Sirens in the distance, but they always too late, By the time they get here, I’m already at the gate. [Chorus] You shouldn't have done that G and now you are going to die. This is what happens when the doves cry. You shouldn't have done that G and now you are going to die. This is what happens when the doves cry. [Verse 3] Final moments, look me in my eyes, no disguise, Tears on your cheek while I watch your soul rise. You begged for forgiveness, said “It wasn’t supposed to be me,” Too bad, lil’ G—karma come in .223. I light up a smoke as your body hit the floor, Another rat eliminated, closin’ up the score. City know my name now, whispers in the wind, Respect or get wrecked, that’s how the game spin. Doves cry for the weak, eagles feast on the strong, I’m flyin’ over the trap while they play your sad song. Don’t test the king, bitch, the crown come with claws, You shouldn’t have done that… now you lost it all. [Outro] Yeah… doves cryin’ tonight. Rest in piss, G. The throne still mine.

