| He wanted drama so I brought him pain
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| Wadadadang
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| Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
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| Out goes your brains; |
| feel the motherfuckin terror
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| And you ain’t felt the comin of death like this ever
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| You paused; |
| and now I got a Colt 45
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| Semiautomatic explodin between your eyes; |
| surprise
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| You never thought your yesterdays would come back to haunt you
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| But believe me, I’ve come back to haunt you
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| I’m bout to bring your dog days to you mista
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| Cause rules in the streets you come off we come get ya
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| And hit ya'; |
| and I done let you slide a few times
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| But eventually you gots to die in due time
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| Sunshine
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| Sunshine
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| Everybody needs
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| Sunshine
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| My life, my life, my life
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| His mama must’ve got the news
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| The little boy that she gave birth to was on of them niggas they pulled
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| Out the room
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| And all my other little homies stood shocked
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| While they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop
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| On the other side of sorrow is a father being torn
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| Apart by the sight of his son’s lying in the morgue
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| He mourned cuz now he got to deal with the fact
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| That his child is gone and tears can’t bring him back
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| Turn on the T.V. and seen the unabomber
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| I flew to D.C., still they got no karma
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| And everybody say they think its all gonna change
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| You paint me pictures, but they all look the same
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| Its strange, I’m standin in my own frame of thought
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| Remainin in the street game framin which I was taught
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| I was taught to always keep my eyes open wide
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| Cause in these streets you got to ride or you die
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| I’ve seen a child born and I’ve seen a man die
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| Can’t live forever and I understand why
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| So when your time comes will you crawl or be brave
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| And in between judgement will you fall or be saved
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| Sunshine
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| Tears rolled town his face as he stared at his potna
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| With his chest full of holes and his head full of coppa
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| Broke his ass off something propa; |
| he’s in the morgue
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| With his brains in a shitbag and a toetag on-gone
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| This motherfucka must’ve thought he was a cat
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| And had nine lives but ended up on his back
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| And then the reaper came and took control of your mind
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| And you can’t think you got a hole in your mind
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| You dyin' and can’t nobody bring you out your coma
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| When this nigga brought the end and turned the lights out for ya
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| See ya and I wouldn’t want to be in your position
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| Cause starin' the shaft of a strap and you the mission
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| Means one thing you let a mothafucka catch you on the sneak tip
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| And put your ass off in some deep shit; |
| got the deep six
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| And everybody sad sendin' flowers to your ceremony
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| They lost thier motherfuckin' homey
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| Damn Audi 5 on some dumb shit
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| And motherfuckers steady riskin their safety behind this dumb shit
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| But I refuse to give a nigga mine
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| I give a nigga nine |