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(talking) |
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What up world, this your people, the Excited Private |
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Fiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed Jones |
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I got a question to ask you, and understand me on this one |
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If life is a blessing, and truly a gift |
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Why in the hell it could end so quick |
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It could happen all in a week, knowI'msaying |
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Check this out |
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(Fiend) |
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Monday morning waking up before I brush my dogs |
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Loading clips to the tip why, cause haters test balls |
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Smoke a cess to ease it all, but I got to face pain |
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Push come to shove and I will, release flames |
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There's a war on these streets, it's the beginning of the week |
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Came night fall, a couple of bodies had to leak |
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A couple hotties had to beat them in, died a snitch |
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Lied in a ditch, they tried not to cry like a bitch |
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The eye witness, seen it all, but mouth stayed closed |
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Stayed at home praying, as tears drop from my nose |
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Suppose it was your boys, would you ride nine Tuesday |
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Grabbing whatever's spent even the old school uzi |
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Usually wouldn't be caught, doing these wrong deeds |
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Wednesday, wanna know, they done fucked with the wrong breed |
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My girl Chrissy said Fiend, why you wear a vest |
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Besides the life I live girl the streets is a mess, it happened all in a week |
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(Chorus: O'Dell vocalizing in background) |
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If life is a blessing, and truly a gift |
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Why in the hell it could end so quick |
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If you thinking the streets is bad, is really a myth |
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You'd be surprised what your ass might get |
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(Fiend) |
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Now, came Thursday, yeah my dog Rover his |
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The devil called who in the fuck taking care of them four kids |
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The more I did, with a firm grip, I couldn't shake the thoughts |
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I tried to drink the pain away, enough liquor wasn't bought |
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Saw some good news, like a quest for some gold |
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My girl sleeped with that other day, bless her soul |
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Glock I hold, got paper, wrapping niggas for nothing |
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Plus I'm tripping on these hoes, and get it all done with something |
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Blunting, to keep my composer, No Limit Soldier |
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Trouble seems to find me, in the Navi or the Rover |
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Fuck being sober, it ain't the weekend yet |
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Plus some jackers tried to follow, me and Serv in the Vet |
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(Chorus) |
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(Fiend) |
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Probably even tripping how them boys, chase the wealth |
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Followed to I 10 them boys sure killed theyself |
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Hell, been not feeling a thang, behind mine |
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In search of being heard they surely don't mind dying |
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Picture, what happens, in time on this day |
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Chronic got me wanting to sleep on the sixth day |
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Mix playing the N.Y., Vix paying the N.O. |
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Both, your niggas drinking, blowing some indo |
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Send for, Saturday, that's when the Cali play |
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Over that a-way, a man stand in the alley way |
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Make it to the club, fuck, he popping lips |
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Hit him, I got that torch straw anxious at my hip |
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Shit got thick, and real niggas had to leave |
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I went throwing heat, like I was in the major league |
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Shit, ready for combat including the gun play |
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The priest gone be tripping come confessions on Sunday |
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(Chorus - 2x) |
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(talking) |
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Better yet on our world, knowI'msaying |
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Understand it could happen all in a week |
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This for Fiend and No Limit to the world |
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Understand, live your life nigga |
