| First Blood died, then Reg Def
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| Then Big L killed, his brother Lee next
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| Weeyes, E stress, V next, late 90's Lynch Mob, Lou Simms, Squeeze Texx
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| C2 died, Pap Lawdy gone (gone)
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| Lawdy ma nigga I miss him, shot to Lawdy moms
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| Two 5, Hefele 33rd, he got shot in Mt Vernon, it’s a dirty world
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| Then grandpa Jerry, his son Theodore
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| Ma neighbour, Frieda, Warnell too, Jesus Lord
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| R.I.P. |
| Mamsy, my boys Bert an Jazz, Vernon an DJ, Ake man- first half
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| They shot me, word black no dirt nap
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| I thank God, Henlo, the lam murf texx
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| It gets me bitter, forget d twitter I stay high and glitter
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| Cause I miss my niggas
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| You’re the sweetest thing I know
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| But then the rain blows cold
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| There’s no power on this earth
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| To separate us baby!
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| Cause
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| No Cosby show, rocky roads
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| So it’s fuck haters, weirdos and cocky hoes
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| I’m from Lennox Ave, shots fired, stop and roll
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| Or shoot back and let him catch it like a common cold
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| We had common goals, but even mama knows
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| Our drama goes Obama with the Llama, they dominoes
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| I’m Brett Favre, rather sorta like em
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| I took my cheeseheads on Jets to see my Vikings
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| I quarterback em, it’s more than rapping
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| Few names won’t say, but I oughta slap em
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| They envious of the ambiance
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| Guess it’s strenuous living with your mom and aunt
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| You thirty-something
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| Yeah, thirty-something
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| No ki’s, pounds, towns on the curb he pumping
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| I’m top model, getting model top
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| I bust a nut like a bottle pop, Mazel Tov |