| Sometimes I wonder, am I really livin'?
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| Shit, not for long, ain’t shit to eat up in that kitchen
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| So I’m pitchin', on the block with my niggas sippin', we gettin'
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| (Twisted) Heat in the bushes, wish you niggas come trippin'
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| I ain’t missin', sittin', reminiscin' 'bout the past years
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| Fatts home but now Leon not here
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| Man, a nigga still shedding tears over that shit
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| They gave him six cells then put my nigga under that bitch
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| But we gon' get you home, that’s my word
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| They saying if he died six times, he wouldn’t learn
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| And they wonder why we taught to let these shells burn
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| In the head of a witness over jail terms
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| Having a hard time accepting reality, close casualties
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| Sickness in my family, that shit is always sad to see
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| So we grieve, promise me my family straight and bury me a G
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| And show them days we always prayed to see
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| Said I’m praying for my niggas in the pen
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| Wash my hands with, back to this life of sin
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| A lot of shit fucked up, man, where do I begin?
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| With a gun smoke flare, it’s just me in the end
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| Fatts home from doing ten, I’m tryin' to keep my family healthy
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| I remember days I used to pray someone would help me
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| Now I’m on stage, just tryin' to pave the way
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| Promise me my family straight, nigga, I can die today
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| Nigga, I can die today
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| Nigga, nigga, I can die today
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| Nigga, I can die today
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| I can die today |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Die Today , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп