| Another casket they done asked me to carry
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| Another homeboy blasted they done asked me bury
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| I’m still exhausted from the last one, the setting was very
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| Hard to swallow but typical when the hood hit the cemetery
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| My heart is heavy for the families
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| Trapped in this tragedy of madness and insanity
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| Blapped in the street behind some bullshit he never seen
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| Got me thinking back upon the way we used to scrap we when was young and beefin'
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| When we would beat 'em, or might get did
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| But we let it go and lived, forgived
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| Niggas knuckled up, buckled up, wasn’t no whip it out and blast
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| Just because somebody muggin' when we passed
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| When is thuggin' gone pass, and this manhood thing come back around
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| Cause unity is cool by me
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| But until we get the message 'bout this death I say the rest is a wash
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| Too many livin' we lost, damn
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| Now I’m pullin' out my murder suit
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| Now I’m takin' out my murder suit
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| Got me puttin' on my murder suit
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| In my best black too many times from all the shootin'
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| Now I’m pullin' out my murder suit
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| Now I’m takin' out my murder suit
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| Now I’m puttin' on my murder suit
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| Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin’s
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| At the church again, shit is startin' to hurt again
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| Lookin' at another brotha layin' in a hearse again
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| Hear the Bible verse and then is off to the grave yard
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| A consequence of niggas thinkin' they hard
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| Put my arm around his mama but it ain’t same thing as her child
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| She raised him up to never try to gangbang or be wild
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| A damn shame that he left to be a memory now
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| Plus he black and from the hood so ain’t no empathy, wow
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| And I wore my «Rest In Peace» shirt to the viewin'
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| And they still ain’t found the shooter
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| It’s too bad now, it seems like it’s gettin' normal to hear
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| About some murder in the neighborhood but nobody cares
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| It’s all about this chrome fo'-fo'
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| Cause ain’t nobody tryin' to box no mo'
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| I’m representin' for the homies throwin' things in the street
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| Realizin' at the same time, that’s just me, god damn
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| Now I’m pullin' out my murder suit
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| Now I’m takin' out my murder suit
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| Got me puttin' on my murder suit
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| In my best black too many times from all the shootin'
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| Now I’m pullin' out my murder suit
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| Now I’m takin' out my murder suit
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| Now I’m puttin' on my murder suit
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| Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin’s
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| Never give up on my people, never leave 'em behind
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| Instead of teach 'em how to dougie, I’ma teach 'em to rise
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| I see these youngsta’s tryin' to mug me but I see in they eyes
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| An intelligent, soldier who can see though the lies
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| It’s really all what you believe in your mind, I believe you gone shine
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| But in these streets you gon' die if ain’t no peace with yo kind
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| I ain’t talkin' bout no gang affiliation
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| I’m talking doin' what it takes to change the situation
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| In this nation, you can be a brother with chips
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| Or be another statistic on a government list
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| Or do it like the brothers with the black gloves and a fist up
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| For revolution, even if you get ya wrist cuffed
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| You can be a great scholar or an African king
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| Instead of blappin' for bling, or somewhere trapped in the bend
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| You much better than a «rest in peace» legacy destiny
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| It’s all about upliftment and lettin' the rest be
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| What are we looking at?
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| Two gunshot wounds to the upper-left chest cavity
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| At least three bullet holes in his left abdomen
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| I’m gonna need access. |
| Here, I’m gonna start a subclavian line
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| Blood’s filling his chest cavity. |
| He’ll need bilateral tubes
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| Betadine
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| Then take him up right now and start an ex-lap
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| We’re gonna cut into your chest to place a tube that will help you breathe
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| It’s gonna hurt like hell, but it’s the only way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder Suit , by - Paris. Song from the album Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп