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I can't quite remember the month nor date |
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Nothing was gwan and I was jammin' round my gate |
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Started fiending for a Jack but had no cash |
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I had no choice to piggy-bank or trash |
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It was me and my bold self with five bags of coppers |
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Splashed out on the counter at PJ Patel's |
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He's far from happy with my method of pay |
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I shrug my shoulders, I'm like what can you say? |
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It's money, ain't it? I ain't begging you, Jack |
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And mood I'm in, I might just give you a slap |
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I grip my Jack's and I leave in peace |
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As I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teeth |
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Minding my own business, rolling down the street |
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I swear I heard a female voice call my name |
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I stopped for a second loud as Charmaine |
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Some sis I used to park with from way back when |
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We weren't on no bone-tip, just real good friends |
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We on some hug-up and kiss, boy, she looking neat |
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Head-to-toe in new gowns and two new gold teeth |
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I said, "What you want?" and she says, "This and that" |
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"Well, come around my yard and let's crack this six-pack" |
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Back at my yard we heavy-chilling, killing time |
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Exchanging views and getting thoughts off the mind |
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For three whole hours everything was cool |
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Around quarter to twelve they took the strangest twist |
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I'm looking in her face, I swear it looks off |
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She's sweating like she dipping in some horse's trough |
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Then she flips out, screaming 'quick, I hit a last |
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Trying to kick this brown but it's busting my arse' |
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Seems like the planet gone mad |
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What you staring in my face for? |
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I told you dudes, I can't save ya |
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What the frigg is with this strange behavior? |
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Strange behavior |
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Charmaine the headstrong, proud miss missy |
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Fell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high life |
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Sitting in the luxury's lap |
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Little did she know she were braving a trap |
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'Cause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thug |
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The notes that she speed with were dripping blood |
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She were mesmerized by the rude boy charm |
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Two years had passed, she thought she's safe from harm |
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But the past has strange way of rearing its head |
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Just when she think it were dusted and dead |
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It's like petrol bombs come flying through the window |
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'Cause there's a ten grand price on his life |
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Ready to be cashed when his heartbeat ceases |
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All that he tried, he can't get no peace |
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'Cause he's running from the beast, running from the crims |
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After all's said and done it's the beast that wins |
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Whyilin' on borrowed time, soon to get nabbed |
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Two keys of fluff that he just did grab |
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When her man got nicked, Lord knows she couldn't cope |
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Started hitting the bottle, started tying the rope |
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Now she's trapped in the chains of the oldest trade |
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Flashing her vag' in my face and I'm far from keen |
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I don't want got business with no drugsman's queen |
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Nahmean? |
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Seems like the planet gone mad |
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What you staring in my face for? |
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I told you dudes, I can't save ya |
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What the frigg is with this strange behavior? |
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Strange behavior |
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Seems like the planet gone mad |
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What you staring in my face for? |
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I told you dudes, I can't save ya |
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What the frigg is with this strange behavior? |
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Strange behavior |
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Seems like the planet gone mad |
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What you staring in my face for? |
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I told you dudes, I can't save ya |
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What the frigg is with this strange behavior? |
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Strange behavior |
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What the frigg is with this strange behavior? |
