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These are last words of a hanging slave |
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How could I forget this |
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I rob you put you on my hit list |
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Under my nails are dirty look at the grime |
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My burnt lips from the roach clips |
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How can I shine |
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Being broke and bag a dope bitch |
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Powerful mind we brave men |
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I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin |
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[Nashawn] |
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These are last words of a hanging slave |
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How can I forget this |
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I rob you put you on my hit list |
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Under my nails is dirty look at the grime |
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My burnt lips from the roach clips |
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How can I shine |
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Being broke and bag a dope bitch |
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Powerful minds we brave men |
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I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin |
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I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone |
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Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones |
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Wanna be the heat you feel makin ya moan |
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Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on |
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Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on |
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It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con |
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I'm gonna kill something |
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Rap cats be real frontin |
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Fuck shootin legs |
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Cock back put his brains on the pave |
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Nigga how bout that |
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Close range with the gadge get payed |
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First rapper to shoot off stage |
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Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book |
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A twenty four hour song without no hook |
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Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug |
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Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug |
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Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside |
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Better slide before you get bodied outside |
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(Chorus) |
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[Nas] |
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These are last words of a hanging slave |
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How could I forget this |
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I rob you put you on my hit list |
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Under my nails are dirty look at the grime |
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My burnt lips from the roach clips |
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How can I shine |
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Being broke and bag a dope bitch |
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Powerful mind we brave men |
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I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin |
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[Nashawn] |
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These are last words of a hanging slave |
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How could I forget this |
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I rob you put you on my hit list |
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Under my nails is dirty look at the grime |
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My burnt lips from the roach clips |
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How can I shine |
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Being broke and bag a dope bitch |
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Powerful minds we brave men |
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I blow smoke and keep sayin |
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[Nas] |
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I'ma prison cell six by nine |
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Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail |
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My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house |
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I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out |
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I take the sun away put misery instead |
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When you wit me most folks consider you dead |
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I saw too many inmates fallin apart |
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Call for the gods and let them out when it's dark |
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Convicts think they alone but if they listen close |
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They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse |
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All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin |
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I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin) |
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I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter |
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If the court paroal ya then another con enters |
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No remorse for your tears I seen em too often |
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When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin |
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Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep |
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Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me |
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Face to face with a cage no matter your age |
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I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage |
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Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out |
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Cause only you and I know what sufferings about |
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Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman |
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And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comming |
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Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you |
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You'll always be my property nigga stay legal |
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(Chorus) |
