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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell |
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Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to f**kin' tell |
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It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies |
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Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies |
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God will probably have me on some real strict shit |
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No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked |
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Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise |
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F**k that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice |
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All my life I been considered as the worst |
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Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse |
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Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion |
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I know my mother wished she got a f**kin' abortion |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit |
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Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit |
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And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red |
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I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless f**kin' buddah head |
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The stress is buildin' up, I can't |
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I can't believe suicide's on my f**kin' mind |
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I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is f**kin' callin' me |
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Naw you wouldn't understand |
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You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack |
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Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back |
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Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet |
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People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me |
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My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone |
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She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on |
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I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes |
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Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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I reach my peak, I can't speak |
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Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak |
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I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawking |
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Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking |
