| Gabe’s a west 20th street legend now, you know
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| Gotta keep that shit alive
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| Keep the story alive for the youngsters and shit
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| Show em what a real soldier does when he’s caught behind enemy lines
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| Tick tock, the clock is tickin in the Yoc
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| My pistol’s stocked, the hammer’s cocked
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| The top is dropped from block to block
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| How long will it be before I’m shot
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| Hole in my knot, enemies got me slippin
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| By the park in my skylark distracted by my CD skippin
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| They got me good, cracked my skull
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| Member Wood time to go, with my final breath in slow motion
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| I could feel my soul, driftin from my flesh
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| So much for a bulletproof vest
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| I left my ride to Lil Bird, homeboy sorry about the mess
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| I just got one favor to ask
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| Could you handle the simple task and make sure
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| Those who took my last breath die a gruesome mass death
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| Don’t know where I’m headed, I’m lookin around for hell or heaven
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| And then I woke up with a pain in my gut, headache and sweatin
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| I crack an old e to release, to keep my mind in one piece
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| Cuz sanity is hard to keep when fightin demons in your sleep |
| I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days
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| But memories of dead homies invade ignitin my rage
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| You guys know what happened
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| You know shit got f*cked up after while
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| Brother got shot and I just went crazy
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| I didn’t give a f*ck no more
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| I’m starin at my homie laid out stiff on a gurney
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| 2 shots to the head, no he can’t be dead
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| The thought of it got my stomach turning
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| With a 1 million dollar bail he couldn’t be caught for years
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| With detectives following dead end trails
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| Where the f*ck did he disappear?
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| It’s gotta be one of his tricks to get them Antioch dicks up out his mix
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| When the APD is callin it quits
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| He’s tucked away at a motel 6 that’s gotta be it
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| It’s gotta be, it’s the only way it all fits
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| I placed 2 fingers upon the lips of the body and then it hits
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| This is my homie, the body it ain’t a phony
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| Holy shit his wig is split, my legs forgettin to hold me
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| I gotta sit down, my disbelief’s completely erased, I felt displaced
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| A salty taste builds up as tears run down my face
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| While it’s sinkin in, I’m thinkin in a murderous fashion |
| The swat team only shot one thing
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| Act as a legal assassin, now Raymond, Blackbird and his babies
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| Rest in peace, their days are over
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| Every homie got more gang obligations laid on my shoulders
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| Gotta get Snoop released by slappin g’z down on criminal lawyer fees
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| Keep my gang outta police sight
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| Produce and write, make money increase, handlin funk at the same time
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| Makin this Yoc life shit go nationwide in case I die before we rise
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| I apologize homeboys I tried
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| I crack an old e to release, to keep my mind in one piece
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| Cuz sanity is hard to keep when fightin demons in your sleep
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| I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days
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| But memories of dead homies invade ignitin my rage
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| You remember me
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| The mainyest one in the click
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| Those days are gone now, I’m kinda weak minded now
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| You know after all these years of runnin and shit
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| I’m still crazy don’t get me wrong
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| I’ll still kill a mutherf*cker real quick
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| Every once in a while you guys have a barbecue and remember me
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| You know what I’m sayin
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| I love you guys all of you |