| Welcome
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| Little boys and girls, listen
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| A man can get caught up in things (Right)
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| It’s like a gridlock (Right)
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| He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)
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| Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it)
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| He can’t live without her (Ugh!), dig this
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| Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
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| Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
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| He told his wife to get to step on
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| Before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on
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| Then since he’s learnt, involved in a three year marriage
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| Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff
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| Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers
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| And all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
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| And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me
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| I woke up out of a dream, she was on top of me
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| Screamin that’s how it gotta be, holdin a dagger
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| I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
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| Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl
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| Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail
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| Tales of a married man whose life was stressed too much
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| Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to keep in touch
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| With himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)
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| And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his health
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| His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
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| Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt
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| Now he’s high, pull over on the bridge ???
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| Ready to die, he took his last swig of Reynell
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| A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelled
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| «God all my life I failed» as he slipped and fell, oh girl
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| Why’d you have to do me that way?
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| I love you til this day
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| Even stinks to think you’re the one we used to stay
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| Girl, why’d you have to leave for so long?
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| I’ll never give you up
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| Never seemed to act touchable, that was the start
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| She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time
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| She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
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| Now I’m, under pressure to impress her
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| I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin
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| Grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser
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| Then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
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| When I, cross your path you’re havin a bad day
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| Cos I, make the automatic mag spray
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| Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way
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| I creep on ballers while they blaze joints
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| I’m snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
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| Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
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| The diagnosis — psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor
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| That I’m sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
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| But when ever she get dug, the bitch’ll be witcha for richer
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| Or poorer, through sickness and health
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| Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself
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| But I love her so much I’m stuck in her clutches
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| I talk about her, can’t walk without her, she’s my crutches
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| She showed a young nigga how to check grip
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| Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips
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| And if I leave her, no question I’m destined to hurt
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| And she’s the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
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| It’s Crooked I next, I’ll probably get dropped by some metal (some metal)
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| Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)
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| I’m curbside, and my girl sellin graciously
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| Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and scurry
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| I’m posted up makin my squillion
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| My mind set — I don’t stop til I get a million
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| But I’m seein baby momma’s and grandpas gettin double
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| Legit, that ain’t my problem cos I bubble
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| I always wonder why friends came back for mo' and mo'
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| The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but it’s dope
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| Scope the area before I made moves, losin gains
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| Was the up-and-downs in this so-called game but hey
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| Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies
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| Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peep
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| I’m walkin around the spot with a bundle in my mouth
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| Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic amounts
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| I’m feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a tweaker
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| Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calm
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| My dove shrunk down, to tens, I’m high off crack
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| And damn, it didn’t really feel bad
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| Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high
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| I gotta high drug tolerance so I’ll give it a try
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| Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps
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| The shit was so good I was Pookie for two weeks
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| Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin cream
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| Now this is like one big dream, oh girl
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| Chorus to fade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Girl , by - Luniz. Song from the album The Lost Tapes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп