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(feat. Master P) |
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[Verse 1: Master P] |
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Put his face on a T-shirt |
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And say ashes to ashes and dust to dirt |
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I live my life nigga duckin one time |
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My little homie lost his life in the sunshine |
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Nigga tellin me about crack sales |
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And when we die is there really a heaven or hell |
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Nigga money and friends when you ballin |
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A nigga aint got shit when he fallin |
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They say he lived for the homies |
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Then why the nigga die lonely |
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Now this ghetto got me crazy |
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And I'm strapped at the funeral with his wife and a baby. |
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[Sons of Funk] |
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I been there and seen it all |
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Blood on my hands watch my brother fall |
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His livin fast what the hell to do? yeah |
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It's kinda sad pray another day |
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Look on my window it's a shame |
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I rather sleep my life away |
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Yeah |
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[Chours] |
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Only time will tell if these streets take our lives |
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Only time will tell when these streets close our eyes |
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(I think I'm losing my mind) [x2] |
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[Verse 2: Sons of Funk] |
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Sleep with a nine right by my side |
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Cause in the ghetto your soul or mine. |
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Pray for another day to live |
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Cause of the scandulous things I did. |
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I just want to live my life |
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I dont want to die. |
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Mistakes I made |
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I can't erase. |
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[Chours x4] |
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This song is dedicated to my TRU niggas |
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May yall Rest In Peace |
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Nigga Ryan Steele |
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Kevin Chummey |
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Sonny Grays from that Richmond |
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And the man that used to be with us Ricky Jay |
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And to my colonel baby brother Kevin Miller |
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May yall Rest In Peace |
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From Sons of Funk |
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Peace |