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my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero 5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow there goes another nigga straight to the pen by
are not my friends, you little fucktards, lucky I don't drop the pen For a twenty-two glock, forty cal, spot your head And I drop you dead, reload and I
need to grow Said I'm your friend turned me to a foe Although I told everyone to keep the hope but nope You think I made your funeral But you almost made
for words so take a thousand pictures Then you bought a camera Made my female friends all models Now I'm seeing Sophie posing nearly naked by
a blade and a Glock 23 for the static Just know I'm prone to blast, if you can take it you can have it But on another note, if you don't kill me then I'm
imagined that I'd buy flowers for you Never imagined that I'd buy flowers for you These roses are for you, roses for your funeral If I see you in
twenty for a body he didn't kill No evidence not enough money to appeal And five points sittin' in a maximum jail His so called friends don't visit don't
at my funeral For once, I'd like to be the only one dry
May the revolution come again, may the evolution come my friend May the new order take your hand, we walk in lines for the funeral of man You
shooters waitin' for you if You look at me wrong muerte! 12 gauges were perfect for these kind Of jobs, 'cause they were intimidating They were Big you
around and squeal (might rat) I'm coming by myself Right in where you live (ya crib) Im runnin right down why you with your kids (fuck it) you gotta go
friend Ya'll know that I been snapping I went blind, but now I see again I been working with the squad Guarantee we'll pick you off Ain't stopping till we
away It's gonna be a long night so find something to say Well, Luke was a kid with a lot of friends And he used his looks as a means to an end But don't
decorate my friend As death comes ripping there’s no more pain I am pushing my lungs for my love I feel the panic of deadly purpose Now my naked soul looks
My best friend died when I was 14 we used to go fishing and ride our bikes everyday. I was 15 when he died for the second time I cried at his wake.
surrounded by the wolves now How you like me Na na na You all in danger Don't talk to strangers Let me make it crystal clear Before you disappear Searching for
The bluest sky I ever seen Was advertised on a billboard for New Orleans But i saw it up in Hollywood Just before the funeral for a friend that I
It happened at a birthday celebration You said by all accounts I made a scene I told off-color jokes Offended several folks I guess perhaps I might
at one or two am and then wrote songs on amphetamines, performed them for him Our houses they were sanctuaries of soap operas and lies, and funerals were
Alright eh, 2 Dope turn up the echo, and I know I'm good for one of them , ol ass , funky mojo beats. Alright, so lets set it off. Violent J with
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