| I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
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| All my niggas that left ya live on
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| I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
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| I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
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| We live forever baby… (put ya lighters up)
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| Y’all will never die baby…
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| You live forever baby… (put ya lighters up)
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| You live through me…
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| Yea… Yea…
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| What’s up John Reed? |
| Uncle Sweet… Uncle Randy (What's up sweet? I see you baby!
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| ) Gangstas nigga! |
| Randy Van Troy! |
| Rest in peace gangsta! |
| Yea! |
| We love you
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| gangsta! |
| Rest in peace gangsta! |
| I know y’all niggas lookin down on me!
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| I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
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| All my niggas that left ya live on
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| Now Everybody! |
| I need to put ya lighters up!
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| WeLL UH HUH! |
| I need to put ya lighters up!
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| I done lost a lieutenant, a mother lost her son
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| A brother lost a brother, and that’s not including others
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| That you touch through your personality
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| And since I lost you the devil breathin' after me
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| But I’m’a prevail from ATL
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| And know that I’m missin' you like hell (like hell)
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| I’m talkin' bout a hood tragedy nigga
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| And everybody always askin me nigga
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| I love this nigga, we ate together
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| The same fork off the same plate together
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| I wish I would’ve been there when they came
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| I would’ve left 'em in a flame
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| But I’m’a see him at the crossroads
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| I got some blunts and some liquor
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| Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I’m’a picture (or pitcher I’m not sure)
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| I’m’a see him at the crossroads
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| Cuz that’s my mothafuckin' nigga
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| So he won’t be lonely (lonely)
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| Hit the club, hoes askin' where you at
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| «Chillin' with the father» I reply back
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| Sack after sack after sack after sack
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| They ain’t even have to do ya like that
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| But niggas full of shit so I don’t fuck wit 'em
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| Niggas lookin crazy, I get right with 'em
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| They killed my dog, They killed my ace
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| Forever I miss ya, Ya can’t be replaced
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| I wish I would’ve been there when they jacked
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| I’d blew 'em out the door with that mothafuckin' mack
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| I’d walk blackbottom for my mothafuckin' dogs
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| Look him in his eyes, leave him in the fog
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| I love ya unc, I miss ya man
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| And I can’t wait to grab ya hand
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| And pull ya close and embrace ya with the other
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| Man you my mothafuckin' brother
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| But I’m’a see him at the crossroads
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| I got some blunts and some liquor
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| Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I’m’a picture
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| I’m’a see him at the crossroads
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| Cuz that’s my mothafuckin' nigga
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| So he won’t be lonely (lonely)
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| Yea (yea) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crossroads , by - Pastor Troy. Song from the album By Choice or By Force, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп