| Yeah, you know how it is
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| Born ** now you payin
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| Praising the devils hands
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| Oh you dont know, grimm reaper is a gangsta
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| And the daddy wont you, why the fuck you gone run ha?
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| (laugh)
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| Now we kickin back, getting blasted
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| reminiscin how she looked in the cash
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| Damn, my other bitch dead
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| Its insane that she is gone took to the head
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| Got cought in the mix
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| Its sad, Im gonna miss this bitch
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| She was al this
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| She was al that
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| Point black, baby was all fat
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| Now we lay
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| Put down to sleep
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| Made my nigga rest in peace
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| Now we kickin back, getting blasted
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| Pay my respect and didnt shed a tear
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| Eazy muthafucking E CPT and I am out for
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| Its like *** stories in a ** world
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| Ima sad story but a gangster girl
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| From the plane to the train
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| Fall of from a groupie, a town bitch
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| Put a key up in her koochie
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| And she only fucking with ballers
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| Living the live
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| So fine but never tought she be smoking the pipe
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| And when the boyfriend is away she doing her damn thing
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| Coming up show this is some cocaine
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| But It aint a shame anyway
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| So you know, we yo, getting guns
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| Put on a nigga cuz if for a ho
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| Yeah the bitch gots to go
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| Step to the house, looked to the shower
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| Bitch looking like a ***
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| Make sure the ghost was clear
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| Cock the gat, shit is servin
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| Went to the door ****
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| Thats the way love goes when you fucking with scandalous hos
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| Semi-automatic my folks peep the scenario
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| Face like a dog
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| Body like a ballerina
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| Caught a case in the city of pasedane
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| felling me but ***
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| Body fly jewels And fancy wear
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| Paying with pigs, Killers and dopefiends
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| Every night she with a different trick
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| Yall back allays dark and Lickin on dick
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| Oh shit what a wasted bitch
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| Callin corner quick
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| A dead body in a ditch
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| Is she high? |
| Ooh I hope not
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| I just seen her last week at the dopespot
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| Tiny was dead, What a tragedy
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| But she got mad and high at the age of 3
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| Thats the way life goes in these scandalous streets
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| So ima hardcore lyrics with these gansta beats
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| So choose you, life or death
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| Longs with breath
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| Or no air in your fucking chest
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| Eitherway, wheter you decide to ***
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| Or decide to stay
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| That muthafucka dead
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| Always, I said always collect jacks made of flesh
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| Yeah, yeah? |