Thug man Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone The nigga thought he could fuck with mine But you'll never find no others more like
he from the slums Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper while you lookin for him He wants some beef with thirty skinny niggaz strapped up I steamroll 'em like
from the police? (What about us?) What about my young thugs cry? Dead niggaz, I've been to war Been tall with shit, I seen it all Like soap operas from
make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherf**ker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he
fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was
, Can I be honest? Honestly, Modesty wasn't ever in my policy, Apology accepted, you aint say it? Shoulda said it, As soon as I did, all the Bullshit was deaded
got it made like Florance I'm getting bigger than the lips on Martain Lawrence *Mmuah, mmuah* It's like, it's like this A Sermon like Erick, did a B.A.P. just like
was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed
cause mauh he's a dead man She was coolin' sportin' my table When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table I sat there like shit I can
Detroit to Miami, they was rollin' case Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa Whatchu need, homey, whatchu need? It was
was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too Short rap But you
I can't neglect that So me and my folks get fucked up like six nights out of seven That's the bright light in our lives Like God's shinning light right
I got to tell you that he waited all his life For someone like you to come make the wrong things right I know he didn't have the answers all the time
know he's a ? player, but he's not gonna spend it he's been put for much too long, so trust me they thought i lay dead, i was playing pass'em spot me
ahead you wanna be dead, homie be dead who am I to be thinking that I won't pop a trunk if you feeling like a punk from the he said she said life's not
crowd Now we're picking up awards whle he's under the ground My Daddy this and my Daddy that Well I found mine dead on a couch in ma flat So much to say, I wish
we're picking up awards whle he's under the ground My Daddy this and my Daddy that Well i found mine dead on a couch in ma flat So much to say, i wish
we're picking up awards while he's under the ground My daddy this and my daddy that Well, I found mine dead on a couch in ma flat So much to say, I wish