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[Verse 1: MURS] |
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Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man |
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And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran |
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And I never say never but I mean hardly ever |
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And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever |
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If you don't know shit then you still know better |
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Human life is so precious it could never be measured |
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Have you ever had a load of it cock back the heat |
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Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street |
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Trigger off safety spacin an opportunity |
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These niggaz wanna waste me it ain't nothing new to me |
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Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust |
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But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus |
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Now I'm all punked up with a steroid trigger |
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Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz |
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Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it |
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What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it |
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Stupid [echos] |
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[Verse 2: MURS] |
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It was a late night sunset me and him out |
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Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim |
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Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end |
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He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand |
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Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit |
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That's how we rolled on the scene |
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Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens |
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But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell |
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So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back |
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Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back |
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But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black |
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We roll up ask 'em where their party at |
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They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap |
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But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed |
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Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat |
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Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit |
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My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit |
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I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles |
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This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it |
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He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat |
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I put it in park jumped out to get his back |
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But as I did that, I heared two shots |
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I turned to my right and I see my dude drop |
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Time stopped, coudln't believe what I seen |
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I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed |
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I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans |
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Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist |
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Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace |
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I remember his face but what I remember most |
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Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close |
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And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus |
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But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers |
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[Hook x2: MURS] |
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It was a year to this day that my best friend died |
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For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried |
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And I tried to pretend everything was fine |
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But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine |
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[Verse 3: MURS] |
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The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother |
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His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers |
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We said a few words faces covered with tears |
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How we missed him so much and we wished he was here |
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Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone |
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And we said our goodbyes and they all went home |
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I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone |
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I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him |
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Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen |
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How the homie named his newborn son after him |
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But as the sun went down the talk came to an end |
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So I said a quick prayer.amen |
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And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks |
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And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer |
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I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bound |
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That he had a freak that lived on that side of town |
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He always kept the heat just in case it went down |
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A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- |
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Hey! Is that that nigga that... hey give me the motherfucking gun |
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Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute |
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I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it |
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Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp |
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I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass |
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Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself |
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I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth |
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He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime |
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Remember what you was doin' last year at this time |
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He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise |
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When I split his face with the Glock right before he could reply |
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He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek |
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The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace |
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[Hook: MURS] |
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It was a year to this day that my best friend died |
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For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried |
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And I tried to pretend everything was fine |
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But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine |
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It was a year to this day that my best friend died |
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For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried |
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And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted |
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Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it |
