Tonalité : F minor•
Verse 1
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They tell me put the dope down,
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and it won't hurt no more
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But the only thing I really seem to understand,
is murda mo'
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They tell me keep my trigga finger easy,
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I'll open up your body
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Too many casualties around here,
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dead bodies around here
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And I can't get caught up,
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preacher can you save me, save me
Fm
They said it was gonna get greater later
Verse 2
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
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But a nigga was fed up with this life,
thinking about running over to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
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Taken out there,
pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
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Coming up as a a young kid
Trying to get rid of all the
animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids,
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what do I do
And why do everybody want
to see a nigga fall
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Mama and daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out,
who the fuck can I call
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All alone in my zone, with no friends
So I chose to make friends with drugs
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'Cause everyday,
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everybody around me
Trying to clown me,
so I got afraid and I got buzzed
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Out of frustration came
aggravation
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Depression coming down in my mind
Kept a nigga confused
and straight crying
Dying, from sweet sticks in line
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Throwed off in my my mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus
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let this keep happening
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To a nigga that's steady
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being on his knees
And I'm begging you please,
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have mercy on me
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Find a nigga a better way,
right about now I'm to the point
Somebody better take this
infrared away
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'Cause if it go too long,
and I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come
and look and see
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The monster that you've created,
look at what you did to me
Verse 3
Fm
They tell me how the
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liquor ain't good for me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
Fm
It's either my life or your life,
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that's right
Fm
I'm gon let you have it
Everyday haters, can't understand
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The way I move my hands in ways,
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not known to man
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'Cause I can't get caught up
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Preacher can you save me, save me
Verse 4
Fm
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
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But big got a hand on one hitter,
quarter I got bigger
Motherfucking bombs mo'
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skits with a trigga
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Shoots gun missiles,
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dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades,
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C4's explode
When I be sleeping on the same bench,
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for nine days
Living off of hot water and
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cheerios
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
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Nigga mom was thinking throwed
A twenty four fists apposed to those
They acting like nothing
but bitches and hoes
Fm
Suppose,
all a nigga wanted was the good life
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Live in upper class,
laying back on my ass
With a maid and a butler
Sipping on a ice cold glass
Fm
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had
to start in the deuce
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To 'em, nine plus one that's ten
Better think,
many murders would of been avoided
Fm
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me,
cause I don't give a fuck
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If I bust with a gun,
'cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
Fm
When a nigga fight fair,
knocking a patch out your hair
But it quickly, from a damn breaking,
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a nigga going crazy
Look at what civilization done made me
Fm
This is my era of terror,
I am the man with the gun
That admitted never to miss,
would of ever miss
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When it be busting,
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a lot of you gonna be rushing
'Cause a nigga war like this
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Innocent child with a smile with
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a dream of advanced
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To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth
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You want to respect me now,
should of
Respected a nigga when you
had a chance
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Haters, been making me into a punk
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trying to figure me weak
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Better get ready,
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fore' them put zip- locs
And a whole of cops,
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and a whole lot of blood stained
Sheets, drunk a lot of beers,
shed a bunch of tears
When I reminisce on them years,
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when I see little boys and girls
Living the life that I wanted to live
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Since I really couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other
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motherfuckers to try
'Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Fm
Don't make me cry,
I don't want to have to kill again
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I kill 'em out, till the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
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That's what you did to
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me
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