| We don’t need no more trouble, no more trouble
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| I ain’t the problem
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| Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers
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| Solve the shit
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| I insist I ain’t goin' nowhere
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| I hear ya’all motherfuckers talking complainin
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| It’s too this. |
| It’s too dark. |
| It’s too valid yea yea
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| See what the fuck happens when the CIA conspired?
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| Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow
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| Man, black people don’t own no ports or boats
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| So tell me how the fuck we gettin all this coke?
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| Offa knowledge I choke
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| Spitting up truths hopin
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| The young youth a soldier hear me dearly
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| G.W. |
| Bush fear me
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| They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs
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| Hopin we just keep killin, shootin each other with slugs
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| Look up above and pray to god he protect me
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| From these cold jurors and the heartless judge
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| Imagine, grow’n up and never have’n;
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| Faggot ass pops actin like you never happened
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| FUCKED UP
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| Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek
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| She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats
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| PEACE
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| Yea nigga. |
| I’m here. |
| what the fuck ya’ll gunna do about it? |
| huh?
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| Do somethin about me
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| Call my source. |
| ya hear me? |
| feel me?
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| Stop talkin bout. |
| stop talkin bout how fucked up I am
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| Get me right, save me nigga… huh?
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| I’m a snort away from an overdose
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| A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope
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| I never asked to be here. |
| In this maze to an early grave
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| Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales
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| Trying to post bond on this oversized bail
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| Hopin' my vest don’t give as the bullets come in hail. |
| *pop pop*
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| How dare ya’all point the finger at me
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| Cuz I’m a straight g. |
| ain’t that what its supposed to be?
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| Shit. |
| I’m just following the tradition of? |
| Joe Kenny?
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| Bootlegging ties with the mob n shit
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| Capitalism.money and power
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| Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder
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| I feel the shadows death is comin to an end
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| My lifes slippin from me, ya’ll niggas is funny
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| Tell me shyne po, he can’t get that money
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| FUCK am I supposed to do, nigga starve and go hungry?
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| RIGHT
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| Im here. |
| We here. |
| Ain’t goin nowhere
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| Problems is startin to happen
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| And we was at fault?
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| Nigga this shit has been goin on nigga
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| 300 years motherfuckers
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| SHHHHHHH
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| Close ya eyes, listen. |
| hear my heart beatin?
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| Po’s racing, I can’t take it
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| The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it
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| Only god knows if I make it
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| Walking through the depths of hell
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| It’s hard for me to smile
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| When I’m innocent and still, I’m facing trial
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| GOD save me
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| Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind
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| And yet they want to blame it on shyne
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| Like I’m responsible for the countries murder rate
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| Responsible for babies born high off base
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| This shits is bigger than me, I told ya’all I’m just a pawn
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| So is Boy George sippin? |
| nick bawns?
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| I hope my babies havin babies pushin rhymes
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| Its a brighter day if you just let it beyond
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| To my moms I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused
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| Your baby boys dying of a broken heart
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| Got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire
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| Crack money in the dryer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quasi O.G. , by - Shyne. Song from the album godfather buried alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп