| Momma I just killed a man
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| My body still trembling can you feel my hand
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| Don’t shed no tears, it won’t be long before they find out it was me momma
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| This may be the last time you see me free ma
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| Don’t spend it cryin'
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| You did your best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin'
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| To keep me out the streets, me ducking police
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| Tryin' not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep
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| A drunk and high fool
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| Skip a class, fluncking high school
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| I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned
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| Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned
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| You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed
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| You tried to show me right but somehow I never turned
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| Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you sane dummy
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| Dry your face mommy, your not to blame for me
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| See I’m a man, I gotta take whatever came for me
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| At times I wonder 'bout my father
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| Would it change for me if he was around?
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| Would I still be running round with the lowlife’s
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| Bum ass n-ggas no jobs, no life
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| Seen them n-ggas killed for no price
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| I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light
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| I pulled the trigger momma
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| Tryna be hard, I aint mean to kill the n-gga momma
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| But what’s done is done
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| I’m on the run, I live my life like a movie now it’s way too realer
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| Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer
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| Yeh, now I’m a killer
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| Guess I’m a killer
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| They got me in here with the killers
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| Yeah I mean the killers
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| I wonder whats in store for me
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| Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there’s more for me
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| Than just a simple life
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| N-ggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
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| Gave up the jump shot
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| Work on the john shot
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| Who woulda thought I used to block this n-ggas lay ups
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| Now he’s in a cell layed up
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| I wish you well, stay up
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| Like insomniacs
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| This life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat
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| I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain
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| And so that I react slow, in this fast world
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| Slow n-ggas, fast girls
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| Hoes give up ass while these ho n-ggas hold triggers
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| Blast on 'em
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| Hold up that old checker flag for 'em
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| Chalk lines by the do not park sign
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| It’s deep, all these cold hearted n-ggas holding heat
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| I’d rather blast before they steal a n-gga
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| Tell 'em now boy, don’t make me turn into a killer
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| Yeah, into a killer
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| Don’t make me turn into a killer
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| Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh
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| To those who had love for me in the past
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| Who woulda thought time would fly by so fast
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| I remember back in class we used to make believe
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| Like it was draft day
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| Swore that we would make the league, be rich
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| Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, awww shit
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| Watch how they pile up
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| Seem like a mile up
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| I was the blisters on my hand than I dial up my best friend
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| Skating ring is where we headed tonight
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| And if a n-gga disrespect, yes we ready to fight
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| In retrospect that shit seemed petty
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| At the time, the shit was heavy
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| Cause life was all about your name
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| You had to scrap with any n-gga that would call you lame
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| Ashamed no doubt, so many n-ggas go they brains blown out
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| Snatched a n-gga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries
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| Another body in a cemetary
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| Another young n-gga in the penetentiary
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| And he don’t give a f-ck no missionary
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| Rap visionary, paint a picture n-gga pictionary
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| Tell you what it is, I’m a dictionary
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| I knew a n-gga that threw his d-ck in every chick in every city that he went to
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| Went hard like the rent do
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| Till he met the wrong bitch, man just came home ex-convict
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| And he stay on with that Thriller
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| Shit, f-cking around with them killers
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| Yeah, with them killers
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| F-cking around with them killers
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| Say I’m a killer |