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who didn't get killed
Christmas addicts

The first blast and peace to the rich lady
Purse snatcher shot in the back
I know your hunger, kid
I know
who didn't get killed, Christmas addicts
The first blast and peace to the rich lady
Purse snatcher shot in the back

I know your hunger, kid, I know
families,
Our best!
Our very best!
We pour out our passions,
Our hearts and our souls!
So that you may become, a little closer,
To the music, that is Big
John Henry was a li'l baby, uh-huh
Sittin' on his mama's knee, oh, yeah,
Said: "De Big Bend Tunnel on de C & O road
Gonna cause de death of me
got a call on the other line
It's just the boss telling me I'm fine
Am I a law breaker
Soul shaker
Or a pussy little singer
With nothing to hide
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail

He can live without so why can't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes and no
and shot into our veins 
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous echo through our brains 
Misguided, the big picture over the small picture 
That's how
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail

He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes and no
to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot
of the little hustles that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat

She
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
I like big butts, but big tits drive me nuts
And here's another cut from the Compton slut
The naughty nigga named Dresta, the westside gangsta
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big

She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
Or over
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD

Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
to the soul, oh

Gimme one reason why
Gimme one reason why
Why, you're the apple of my eye

I, I need a big bite baby, a big bite baby
Of your sweet red
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
this

Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul

Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black,
people into an all-star lane and take the lead, nigga

I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' heed
Get rich or die tryin' so I
survival and revenge
Big success in easy fight, hunt them back into their trench
Captured by their strongest ship, traitor's words send us to death
Death
Yo yo check it 
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm 
with intentions to make it to the league 
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
home fuck it we all alone
Tryna get rich ?????
Grab me the beaker i'll measure the white
Heat up the water drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes