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Terrence Wood and Cimer Amor

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I know you remember Tamika all her friends called her Meek-Meek
Pretty girl she used to live off 18th  street
She was a good kid she ain't get in trouble much
Seen her on the block playing hop scotch and double dutch
She ain't never hurt nobody, well mannered
Too precious, too young to be taken off the planet
Gotdammit what be going through the minds of these buls
Doing crimes, breaking laws, selling drugs, little wars
Leaving a hole in a heart that ain't mendable
Make you wonder how did life become so expendable
They left her laying there in her own blood
Made her blue collar father turn back into a thug
36 now he back on some 21 shit
Calling up all his old homies he used to run with
These niggas done killed my baby
Can't cry, blood boiling in his veins like rabies
Vengeance is mine said the Lord
He looked up and said, I ain't tryna hear that no more
I'ma make sure these fuckers ain't breathing no more
They done took my life so what I got to live for

And her mama keep going door to door
Saying please tell me who did this to my baby
Please tell me, if I don't find out soon I'ma go crazy
Yall tell me who did this to my baby
Ain't nobody see nothing? Come on I know yall seen something
I know yall heard something, pray my strength
Cause this time it's mine next time might be yours
And you gonna be the one going from door to door
Tell me something, please, please, just tell me something
Start snitchin'

You know Mr. Wade, been living on the block for decades
Great neighbor, always get his coffee and his paper
From the corner bodega, used to be the block captain
He seen them corner boys change from doo-wop to rappin
Seen'em change from switchblades to a magnum
They use to run from the cops but now they shooting at'em
For fun, when he was young there was nothing to prove then
White folk moved out when black folk moved in
Got a lil wild, but still able to tame this
Then crack came and shit ain't been the same since
See each year things got more violent
If you talked you died so people got more silent
Now Mr. Wade, he know who killed lil Meek Meek
But this code of the street got him afraid to speak
Stop snitchin' that's for killers and thiefs
Now law abiding citizens now follow these beliefs
It don't apply to righteous people who care
That shit was made up by the criminals to keep yall all scared
But tell that to the killers that's chillin next door
And the witness who live upstairs on the next floor

And her mama keep going door to door
Saying please tell me who did this to my baby
Please tell me, if I don't find out soon I'ma go crazy
Yall tell me who did this to my baby
Ain't nobody see nothing? Come on I know yall seen something
I know yall heard something, pray my strength
Cause this time it's mine next time might be yours
And you gonna be the one going from door to door
Tell me something, please, please, just tell me something
Start snitchin'

An old lady say, I shouldn't have to live this way
I get up, I take myself to work every single day
I don't want to be a prisoner in my own home
Anonymous tip was made from the pay phone
Next thing you know all them criminals is gone
Lock they ass up in jail where they belong

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