| I be damned if I do, and damned if I don’t
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| Hail Mary, please help me, cause I know my foes won’t
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| Rest -- until they see me surrounded by grief
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| Wear a wrief, and my grave reading rest in peace
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| How can the whole world hate me and turn they back?
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| Cause I’ma TRU motherfucker, any nigga know that
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| I stand my ground, ain’t trippin' on what turf you claim
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| I put my faith in God’s hands, it’s a white man’s land
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| Straight from the wounds of my momma’s belly
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| To the streets, to the pen, I wish somebody’d tell me
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| Cause I’m lost like a needle in the hay
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| Before I lay, I pray, and steady searchin' for a better day
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| And I’m guilty for the crime of telling the truth
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| And my conviction is the blame for whatever you do
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| And backpains from the world on my shoulder blades
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| But I be damned if they send me to an early grave
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| I be damned if they murder me
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| Until I die, I’ll be high when they bury me
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| I never lie, I’m worry free until I rest my soul
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| I resurrect for revenge with my eyes closed
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| I be damned if they murder me
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| Until I die, I’ll be high when they bury me
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| I never lie, I’m worry free until I rest my soul
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| I resurrect for revenge with my eyes closed
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| Searchin' for my soul, but I can’t seem to find it
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| I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why, am I
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| Searchin' for my soul, but I can’t seem to find it
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| I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why
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| Illegal business enters the streets, God is my witness
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| I made a million niggas hit list, yet I’m alive
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| To live and breathe, my life is a hole in four
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| The mysteries of old are now told
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| You reap what your soul, and I seen alot of guns unload
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| Sometimes over gold, many over control
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| But in the eyes of thier own kind, niggas are bold
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| But in the hands of their enemy, fears unfold
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| It’s a cold world, only if your brain is froze
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| So we murder our bros, over money and clothes
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| And where I’m from, these niggas carry mad 44's
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| But be in bitch mode, at any site of any popo’s
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| If you a soldier, then nigga play this game with soul
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| Look get your mind right, and leave that bullshit to commodes
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| Peep the words of God, with baggy clothes and fros
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| Everything insist for a purpo', book closed
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| They call us lost souls
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| But done so much wrong, done made so many niggas fold
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| And fucked over so many hoes, screaming fuck my foes
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| And I knew I was wrong
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| But I been having a violent temper since the day I was born
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| But it’s that same determantion
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| That’s got me up in the eyes of the whole nation
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| I just hoping that they what I’m facin'
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| For the drama that I caused in my past
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| Living crazy, know I was heading nowhere fast
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| My whole family pointed the finger thinking I couldn’t succeed
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| Cause I’m thuggin' on the corner man, smoking my weed
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| Sellin' my llelo cause I had no other way, for making my pay
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| Keepin' a decent fucking place for me to stay
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| But still I’ma hustler
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| My every word is like bustin' at you motherfuckers
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| And I won’t stopped til I’m heard by the whole planet
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| I keep it real, cause you fake niggas can’t stand it
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| And I be damned if they bury me… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damned If They Murder Me, artist - Mac. Album song Wrongfully Convicted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп