| Seeing shadows smoke kryptonite
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| And when I wake, won’t remember what I did this night…
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| Long as my kids is right
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| Forbid this life, with all the promises that’s made to be broken
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| Scuba diving in a codeine ocean
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| Screw-driving, car feel like it’s floating, through the backstreets
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| Rat Pack in the backseat
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| Sammy Davis and Frank Sinatra
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| Not the ones that’ll whisper to coppers, big guns
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| That’ll whistle and flock up 'fore the missiles come drop you
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| Share some words with Oscar Grant the third
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| Bet Johannes Mehserle get what he deserve
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| Pass my buddy the herb, to disappear through the
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| Clouds of smoke, this feeling that I’m feeling is dope
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| This rhyme chilling like my pen off coke
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| Cause this the illest shit I ever wrote
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| Secret society of criminals that never broke
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| Facing a double life sentence, all he got is hope, just to cope…
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| It seem like just yesterday we had no pots to piss in
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| No money to cop spliffs to put piff in
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| Cracked our first pyrex in your granny’s kitchen
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| Closer to each other when the money was distant
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| Now he gone and I miss him, wishing I was with him…
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| Summertime grittin', trnya get it how I live it
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| Niggas in my trap whipping and it ain’t no soup kitchen
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| Pitbull by the door, if a nigga come tripping
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| Squeeze it to the limit, leave a bitch nigga timid
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| 22s like Emmet, 33s like Pippen
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| Rock 23 like Jordan when I’m scoring
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| When it rain in the Ice, it get to pouring
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| Looking at a felony, you better get your lawyer
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| Chee-Chee and L-Boogie's feeling just like Lauryn
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| Choking on the sweetest thing, got me high soaring
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| Through the sky, free Lil Rod on 61-I
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| Turned into a high-speed, started as a joy ride
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| RIP Lil C, that’s just how the boy died
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| Two eyes on my Glock, you could call me four-eyes
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| Two gerbers, that mean I’m finna pour five
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| Fake niggas telling fairy tales like story-time
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| I remember the drama, and the pain it brung
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| At a early age, a user of weed and guns
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| I was corrupted as a young nigga man…
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| Legit don’t matter, climbing up this ladder
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| Destruct you, rocking with my thang in public
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| XP like an egg carton, he hold dozen
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| But I will Smith like Jada’s husband
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| Feeling like Akon, I still will kill
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| Whites beating niggas down like they did Emmet Till
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| Now for Lovelle Mixon bust off your steel
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| Because whenever I die, I wanna go out real
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| He died for the cause, not a ripped up bill
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| Tried to sell him K-Roll, copped a brick and a Sig
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| we burned the Joseph, pigs with a license to kill
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| Got birds, lawsuit I hope they get up from here, thank you… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Rain , by - HD. Song from the album Coldest Winter Ever, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп