| Hah, oh word up, this is one of them
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| Yo let me tell ya son
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| This one of them gettin dick sucked type tracks
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| Im tellin you, in the closests or where check it out
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| Verse One:
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| What up boo, how life treatin ya girl
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| Hopefully you’re takin care of yourself out in the world
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| As for me, I’m mainting in this packed hell hole
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| Hopefully in the year 2000 Big Kane’ll be home
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| My old school crew frontin on me cept for a few
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| It’s a shame that jail had to make me feel the way I do
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| But it’s all good, enough for me what’s up wit you
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| You don’t write or come and visit me like you used to
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| What’s the problem huh Why all of a sudden you dissapearin
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| Now that I need you the most you actin like you don’t care and
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| It hurts my feelins but life must continue
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| I heard that Big Mark died please don’t say this shit is true
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| If so that’s fucked up oh tell my niggas what’s up
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| And don’t get caught up in no bullshit and get sicked up
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| How is my seeds doin I know they’re crazy big by now
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| Tell 'em daddy loves 'em no matter what the fuck goes down
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| And Love Dark ha, he’s a dead man walkin for talkin
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| To Jiggy Jake I’m puttin him in a coffin
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| Ay yo I’m vexed so Ima end this little letta
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| So take care of yourself for worst or for fuckin betta
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| Are you still there for me baby I need to know
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| You’re one of the only things I got in this whole wide world
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| You’re my whole wide world
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| Verse Two:
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| All I do is party and bullshit
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| Fuck big chicks that’s mad thick
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| Roll through the big city
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| In BM’s and Cruiser Land’s
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| But damn, it ain’t the same without my fam
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| You niggas understand
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| On New Years I drink beers and bust off heat
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| I’m in this little street doin by any means to eat
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| You gotta get up get out and rob suntin
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| Ha don’t let dem niggas with that cream walk by that’s right
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| I be shootin and stabbin, robbin niggas whateva
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| For gold chains, rings, watches, diamond studs and leathaz
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| My peoples one love ya’ll stay bugged
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| Don’t crimp your style none cause we thugs. |
| foreva
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| Are you still there for me homiez I need to know
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| You’re really the only thing I got in this whole wide world
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| You’re my whole wide world
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| (My cousin Tawana, rest in peace girl, you’re my whole wide world)
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| I need somebody there when it’s hard kid oh yeah yeah
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| When they bring the ruckus to me
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| You’re my whole wide world |