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This song right here is dedicated to
Anybody who lost somebody
Due to a tragedy
You lost somebody unexpectedly
You ain't even think they was
Sitting pretty with a gun to my head
Gone in the head
I hate the dark so I painted it red
Gone in the head
They didn't hear a single word I said
(Took these things off of my wooden cupboard
Thanks for trying, thanks for lying to me
Thanks for all the time I wasted with you)
I said it takes my
to the table 'fore you criticize my plate
Bring flowers for a real nigga 'fore it's too late
Fuck what you feeling
The brothers I run with are some
with it
You know I got Jesus by my side
Fred Hammond with it
Fluggie spank you
Then I shank you
Leave you in a ditch
I erase you
Tired of your stupid
without no shein's
Old school on the 22's with the know a right know
Old school on the 22's and the press
Old school on the 22's with the know a right know
ain't no retractin I said what I said
I'm a beast you ain't no beast boy I got mo claws than Fred
And they gonna draw blood for the right cause
No it
flavored feminine wipes
Bacon flavored feminine wipes
My cousin said she had a wedding shower
With a stripper named Fred who they paid by the hour
They gave
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
God I got the who's who
What's Kuzco with no new grooves
Me not fed up with the cous cous
Faith comes by hearing
Hearing by the Word of God
If it comes
Each night I'm living on the edge
Like a dream catcher
I capture dollars in my head
They call me bones growing up
Been slinging stones with Uncle Fred
my helmet on my hair
Sword in my right hand now every enemy beware
I defend my Kingdom by all means
Bastards won't even lay an eye, let alone'll
I'm so shy
When I'm out
When I'm up
When it's day
When it's night
When it's ying
When it's yang
I'm still holding onto hands
I can't be
By myself
Whose
I don't rock with neurotypicals
Can't spend time with one who sees me as invisible
The endless pissy puddle that i step my toes upon
Got me filled
Don't know what to do
Brain ain't gotta clue
Only got one shoe
Standing in the soup queue
Looking like a right fool
Feeling cold feeling blue
Looks
Man, I been tryna make that paper, Not the paper that come with a pen
Right now it's just see you later, Yeah bye-bye As I hop in a Benz
They can't
(life out here)
You was always by my side taught me hide my tears (we living life out here)
So cross my heart and hope to die my nigga I'm right here (we
Never going left
Cause my money always right
If she cook clean
Then I'll let her spend the night
The least you could do
If a nigga sending flights
to Fred durst
And them thighs lookin thick you been doin leg work
I put it in
She said amen
Hit it again and again and again and again
Right back in it
the streets
Down to my good friend's house
I said look man I'm outdoors you know
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?
He said let me go and ask my wife
let me slide?
I'll have the rent for you in a month
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on
I notice when I come home in the evening
She
So I go down the streets,
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said
the streets
Down to my good friend's house
I said look man I'm outdoors you know
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?
He said let me go and ask my wife
no L’s getting even/
You the know mantra get the dough ganja/
Mentality is mamba, so the salary got commas
They killed Fred Hampton said he’s radical
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