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God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle |
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But you can definitely put ya self in a situation that you can't handle |
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And some situations end in death |
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And death is a motha****a, ya dig |
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Old timer want the block back, stop that |
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You been gone too long the young nigga said |
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Lord knows, what's goin' through this young niggaz head |
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As the old timer stood and grilled him |
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Pissed off, shorty looked at his man |
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Touched his burner like |
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I shoulda killed him |
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Shorty in deep but he don't care |
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But he don't know these old timers don't play fair |
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There he go, posted on his strip again |
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Toast on him, niggaz with 'em, posted on his shit again |
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He actin' like it can't and it won't happen |
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Old timer 'bout to blow dust off that old cabinet |
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That's, that's, that's, where dem guns was kept |
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These young niggaz better show some respect"I'll teach 'em a lesson", he said to his self |
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As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf |
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Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked |
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On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty with |
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But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty |
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Shorty phone ring, somebody called him |
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Somebody warned him, "He's comin', he's comin" |
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Shorty replied, "Somebody stall him" |
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Then he crept up wit his goons and guns |
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Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come |
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They say hell is hot but is heaven cold |
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Know one ever knows till you gone, gone, gone |
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And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place |
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Or do you just forever fade away, away, away, away |
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Like a bird when it's headed towards the sky |
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Or do you just die |
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Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why, why |
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Baddest bitch up on the block |
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Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock |
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She **** with |
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Tony don't she |
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Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's |
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Being watched by police, feds |
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Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters |
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Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin' |
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She just think she got a dude with a pension |
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She don't know dis dude is a henchman |
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And he move on dudes with the cruelest intensions |
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All she know she got a brand new |
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BenzAnd it's big enough for her and all her brand new friends |
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There she go all through the street with it |
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Dude in and outta town, she all through the street with it |
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We all know the street talk, we all know the street listen |
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Next thing she's missin' |
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Hello, ay nigga |
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I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead |
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Damn, she in deep shit and she did nothin' |
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I betchu she ain't see dis comin' but he did' |
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Cause he did nothin', he ain't pay |
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He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay |
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He got a wife and a kid, back home |
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And he don't care about the life that she live |
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Now that's wrong |
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But the story ain't over it drags on |
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They wind up beating her down |
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Breathless, he winds up fleein' the town to the next bitch |
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They say hell is hot but is heaven cold |
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Know one ever knows till you gone, gone, gone |
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And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place |
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Or do you just forever fade away, away, away, away |
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Like a bird when it's headed towards the sky |
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Or do you just die |
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Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why, why |
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And um, I say that to say this |
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A lotta people don't appreciate life till they gone |
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I mean, a lotta situations can be avoided |
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You just gotta avoid it, ya dig |
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These are just a few stories |
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There's a lot more where that came from |
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Just don't be one of them people |
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I'm talkin' 'bout, ya know |
