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Hold up,son. |
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Yo them niggas know who hit that nigga son. |
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How the fuck we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him. |
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The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up)[Verse 1] |
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If dead men could talk in your sleep |
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And your homie told u who got him |
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Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him |
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Or would you start switchin up |
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You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up? |
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What if he said money aint everything |
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The hood raised us wrong |
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What it takes to get your money (?) |
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But look I'm gone |
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Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside |
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Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride |
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What if he gave you a lil list of things to do |
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Said he wouldn't have to die |
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He could live through you |
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Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride |
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Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide |
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It's a cold world even when it's hot outside |
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Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain |
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Hid him cause he was your strength |
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Now you in a dave |
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Your homie turnin over in his grave |
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Cause you |
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PUSSY![Hook] |
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Ya know who killed him! |
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Ya know who killed him! |
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Ya know who killed him! (Ride!) |
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Ya know who killed him! |
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Ya know who killed him! |
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Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)[Verse 2] |
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Them boys smoked your homie |
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You aint gon do nothin back |
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Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped |
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It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you |
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Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you |
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You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven |
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Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7 |
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When you reach the pearly gates |
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How you gon explain |
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You gonna try and tell |
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God you've been framed |
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Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog |
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Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue |
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Them niggas he gave caps to they kept the cake |
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His sister and baby momma talkin to |
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JakeThe niggas that rocked him they came to the wake |
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But they come inside they sat out in the ride |
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At the funeral homicide all in the buisness |
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Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it |
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Niggas gon blow dis now you ready to rumble |
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Thirst nigga is animal, the hood is a jungle |
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Broke nigga will body someone over a bundle |
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Man a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do[Hook to fade] |
