Lyrics:
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My baby my angel
I change up her drip all white Gucci sweater
She took the time for da crime I'm writing a letter
Water everywhere on me I weather
the tree
I'm reaching my peak now i'm free
A sad man once told me
Boy clear yo head out
Fight by your lonely
Gon' stack yo bread up
Cursed be the man who
Don't cross me you get one time
He said it's on sight I seen him two times
Ah yea, keep applying pressure all year
Only surrounded by real ones
Got
thing
Mix a H with quanna
Take him 1-2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy
on the header
I never wanted the fame And cheddar
Lord I just wanna forget her
I hate myself more than you could measure
Will I carry this pain forever
From birth
to carry on
you know that song by Eminem and dido, stan
About that crazy emienem fan who wrote the letter
But eminem didn't write back and stan killed
a drive-by the way she riding
Gave her the dick, now she cant stop smiling
I don't want love don't get excited
All these nigga's I'm flooding
With the water
talk with the devil
Hop in this car
On the way to the cheddar
Can't see him in person
I'm writing this lil letter
He live in the sky
I'll never
her to the telly
Drop her off by the deli
She takin' dick to the belly
Rollin' up U.E. and mix it with Smelly
JB got hit by the deli
Now I'm smokin'
that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop
Nas: What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
(from Illmatic, "One love")
Yea I'm about to write this letter, lay it
him where he at
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
The way she's lookin at me bout ta make her boyfriend mad
'Cause I'm a sav, I'm a sav, I'm a sav
You
Tell me ,do you remember the rain?
Do yo girl remember giving brain?
Beat her back and now she feeling pain
She say "oh my god you not the same"
Left
Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government
Making Manson moves big guns I'm loving it
Suckers hit I'm dubbin it
Clubber lang clubbing it
him
But he kin to my son if you think I'm that nigga, then you picked
The wrong one, 'cause I live by the gun, die by the gun, hot bullets burn
Some
demonstration
Been rolling by yo address for some weeks I can't mistake it
Like I'll close my eyes and recite yo license plate letter placement
Been itching,
Eh-yo, eh-yo
9th Prince, attack like Greg Valentine
With a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammer
Decrease ya stamina, verbal heart damager
I'm half
comin' up cold
Talkin' down on my name and what it's all about
You niggas better be gettin' some cut and get my name out yo mouth
'Cause I dunno why you
Hanging round to unlock it
It'll be just right
Remind me of all of my
Sleepless nights
A porcelain doll
Adored by her lovers
But unused
She keeps under
Gerber life (Wait what)
I'm getting my bag
Forget the price tag
Surrender this bitch and put up your white flag
Chain on my neck, I can barely go carry it
to the rhythm as we wine and dine
Grab my sister and whisper, "Yo, this one's mine"
My sister made her way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I got
groove
Drive by, still with the same crew
Gun him down really, he stepped on my shoe
Money long, changed up my move
New wave, changed up my groove
Drive
About the sex tape, of him and sway lee
Bitches screaming 'He's Back!'
Run in fear I carry an axe
And a Rambo knife
I used it to slit my wife's
Throat
his pores
Without a single blemish, let him embelish every
Letter for ever with this soliloquy, thus spittin are your suspitions, suspiciously
Come
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