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that he does, and it doesn't matter why, because he's going to die.
Okay, he was bit by a dog last week, that's why he limps. Okay? And it wasn't his
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
of the grass
Can't really see they brown
'Til you take away the water
Then they still 'gon let you down
Talkin' bout
I was green until you came into my town
Yeah
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
need no vodka
They doin' Charlie Sheen just to keep a Big Papa
Hip-hop blood
No I'ma pimp by blood
I make hole in the street fillin' the back a the club
I never asked for nobody help
All I know money ain't gon' come by itself
When I get to the top yeah ima raise hell
Pushin' this dope ain't gonna die
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
they ran into me
Me and Tanya remained cool
Amber's man was pussy
He ran to the block, and sent some niggas from another hood
They came back,
aimed at the critics
Then the labels came, now they say my name, sit back damn motherfucker I did it
God damn't I did it
A wise man once told me that it's
I just wanna live forever, even though the good die young (Yo)
Came a long way from stressin (It's Dilano), cold nights make my heart turn numb
I
worked pretty cheap
They called me a gopher for the sake of a name
I came to understand what that meant
It meant go for this and go for that
And the list
somebody name for it
Why every time somebody die do people look at me
I ain't do nobody nothing and it's f*ck NSG
I'm just wondering why they ain't never say
But I want 'em dead by Sunday
Do or die, bumbaclaut the only way
Murda scene another opp out the way
Put your guns up
Yeah, yeah
They keep
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
die, I bet when I die
I bet 'fore I die, I bet 'fore I die
I bet 'fore I die
I bet I die with what I came for dawg
I bet I die with a lil halo dawg
I bet
jacket?
Yup, they jackin', back the Maybach in
Everythin' I do, bitches wanna do it too
I guess-guess you just skip to my lou
I just came through, I
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
for me
Not just for me but so they can see
Much more of Him and less of
Right before I die I gotta
Love my enemies, forgive the past
And set 'em
try and hurt me
But deep down you know I don't play that
How the fuck she know where I stay at
(Ion't know bro)
She probably asked Lisa then
They asked
the pearls in her oyster were as tacky as hell
For Lady Godiva I came incognito
But her driver had stolen her red hot magneto
Ooh the pain, modern love can
where my story ends
I rather die in a Bentley then cry in a Benz
We came a long way from running hallways
We skip class every session it was always
We
they take me in vain, they entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch, I'm
that gun you gone die by that gun
Now ya momma cryin she done lost her son
She only had two now she only got one, dos done lost to uno)
Yeah Bitch
Don't
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