| Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
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| But she never told me when
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| She told me it would happen when I was much older
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| Wish it would’ve happened then (Is this the end?)
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| Sometimes I be wakin up at high noon
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| Sayin, «Why me Lord?» |
| -- folks thinkin I’mma die soon
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| I just tell em keep seekin, but when they sleepin
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| I be concealed up in my room, knowin that it could happen
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| I’m just tryin to maintin, because the future is untold
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| Till the static unfolds that the good die young
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| Please God let a Bad Boy die old
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| Do you think I wanna lie cold
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| Or better yet have many shots come close to the head
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| Shirt soaked til it’s red
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| The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead
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| Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest
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| Cause even though I’m blessed in my flesh
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| It all came down to a test
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| A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest
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| Now I’m caught up in the mix and I can’t do shit, but still
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| I can’t ride with program, fearing no man
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| Hit the car door let the door slam it’s a blessing that he had slow hands
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| But he’s still right behind me
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| All these heartless fools is steady comin after my P
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| So many phony niggas lovin to hate Sean
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| So many cheddar niggas comin after my cheese
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| Is it my car that they’re losin, are we all for the choosin?
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| Or is it all in confusion? |
| Better yet all an illusion
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| Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin for bruisin
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| Don’t let this heartless bastard take my life away
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| I don’t wanna conceive takin his either
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| Dipped into the back and took a breather
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| Heard steps steady in closin with the bullet skeezer
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| Gotta do somethin, I ain’t scared to go
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| But yet my heart is steady pumpin for somethin
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| I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin
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| Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin
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| Bodies start jumpin, wreckin my brain not to try and understand
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| But withstand, is it cause I’m a rich man
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| Or is it trying to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand
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| But no matter what the reason, I don’t wanna stop breathin
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| There’s dreams to fulfill still
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| Can’t complete em with a still kill
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| Face to face with enemies still grill
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| Forgive me for the pain I’ve caused and the sins I’ve committed
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| Even though I’m not hopin to go
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| I wish someone would open the do'
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| This man’s holding the trigger and his finger’s steady choking it slow
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| Is this the end?
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| Just, can’t, let, go (Is this the end?)
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| I, just, don’t, know
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| Wish it would’ve happened then
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| Did I just hear a tight jam, now it’s on let make my maneuver
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| Hit the alley saw his man in a landcruiser
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| In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger
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| Heard shots from a steel bruiser
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| Teflon in the seat took a pale stress
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| Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest
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| What’s wrong with the brakes in the LX?
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| Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole
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| A car came to the rescue
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| I bailed in and said, «Bless you
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| But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?»
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| I proceeded to ask him, and he said with a passion
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| I could never watch a soul die, plus you the man lookin too fly
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| (But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi
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| Ain’t no sunshine, gotta keep nigga, I been shot at and stole on
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| No protection from one time, only caught for my prime
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| So I asked the Father what I did so wrong?
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| Cause shit it’s been hard for me besides chief
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| And the smell of sweet news when the beef brew
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| Motherfuckers steady ballin but steady fallin
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| Right in detours, bout to hit my feet soon
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| So I just presume, deep into the rhymes of a rapper
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| Prepare my mind for the capture
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| Thinkin Ginuwine like the bachelor
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| But why these niggas wanna make us intertwined with the rapture?
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| Ego for dispersin us, don’t even hurt the clutch
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| Cause he’s coldblooded and merciless
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| Steady bustin shots at both of us, was the strap close to us
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| Then for survival we both to bust
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| But Renaults get to roast to crush, cause he steady gettin closer
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| Paranoid like a crackfiend when the gat seen
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| Scream when the bullet hit me in the shoulder
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| Don’t wanna die til I get older
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| Try to visualize the beholder, he’s inconceivable
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| So now my sight is gettin dark a lot
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| Let’s step off up in this parking lot where them dogs bark a lot
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| And try to wait until his ma get hot
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| I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin
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| You never know when it’s your time to leave
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| Smokin weed to keep my mind at ease, let’s go back to the car
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| But wait, I can’t find the keys
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| Plus we didn’t chill long enough, the footsteps are comin close
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| Is it one of them unholy men?
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| With a strap ready to boldly sin
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| Mama told me it was comin, but I wish she woulda told me when
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| Is this the end?
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| (Chorus Two fades out at the end) |