Lyrics:
Hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
can get you killed
Jealousy will get you killed
Envy, let’s go ahead and talk about it
All of us is guilty, so I know we all done thought about it
Who Killed Little Johnny
Who shot Johnny down
Who Killed Little Johnny
Who shot Johnny down
Who Killed Little Johnny
Who shot Johnny down
Who Killed
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
(Na-na
talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
(Na-na
always gotta turn out deadly."
It's serious in the streets... it's watchin'
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill
they don't
I guess it's the policy
La di da di da (Aye)
La di da di da (Aye)
I'm just as human, who you accusing
La di da di da (Aye)
La di da di da
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
brothers again (Drum Dummie), yeah
They killed my hitter, they killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my
the pain
Hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well, you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little
kill or be killed
It ain't much but it's kill or be killed
It's hell outside, shotty stay by the tv
Hellfire, only Satan could see it
Tellin' lies but I
We call it killed in a subtle way
Cause one by one people fell
We call it killed in a subtle way
Cause one by one people fell
We call it killed in
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
fuck it several
Fucking bitches by the several
Chains on a N***as shinning
Pedal to to the metal
Diamonds on me bezeled
Fuck ex it's settled
Game
na na
Goodbye
By age 21 I was popping pills
With a tall Greek man who went by Will
With my life sinking low I could only turn to getting high
Now
we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in
on a show
Legendary, killed the kings now I'm taking the throne
Bet you wanna taste the flame but you already know
Na na na na na na
You can't break this
Na
Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Carl
(Got me like na na na na)
(Got me like na na na na)
(Got me like na na na na)
(Got me like yeah yeah yeah)
Not the one to be talking like
nas peeps)
I can't here dat 2 4 5 nigga grad at
Pass it to me sucker for love niggas I blast at
I swear my dick is gonna get me into trouble, I
nobody else control it
Make a difference, be heard
Be hero and stand by your word
It's your life, make music
Inspire others and make sure you prove that
We were doomed right from the start
Your clumsy silent griefs were so bizarre
You killed yourself with reservation
Killed yourself by never saying more
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