| Never say never, cause you never know
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| When never’s gonna break you down
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| And change up all the rules
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| It’s gonna flip the game and make a fool of you
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| He was a son of a gun, the type of brother to get in trouble for fun
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| A hustler, always on the hunt for some funds
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| From others, knowing how they struggled for crumbs
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| He’d loved to hold em up and, punk ‘em in clubs
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| He was a showy motherfucker and such
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| That prompted suckers to duck, Something stoic, never buckled or budged
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| He moved weight, bitties loved to get a glimpse when he passed
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| Screwfaced, and the brother won’t dance, no chance
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| Still they serving up the ass to em, I don’t matter
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| He would surely get a pass, Coolin, he owned the ave
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| And didn’t swerve with any fast movement, it showed status
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| «Real G’s never dance» Homey wouldn’t have it
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| Till one day the sun came tumbling
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| His one main slut went to the fuzz with where the drugs lay
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| Some say she she must’ve busted him banging a couple sluts from the Bay,
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| and he complained to her
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| Now she’s contained stuck within tough luck cage with a rough bunkmate,
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| named Terry
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| Who makes him dance in the commissary
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| Like
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| She was a lovely soul, without a judge, she was busty, swole
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| She was the woman that no one takes home
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| And son, her tolerance for sluts and hoes
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| Was a quarter shorter than Muggsy Bogues
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| She’d run to service every sunday, scoping all these hussies
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| Posing for the pulpit in luxury clothes
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| Cause they were hunting for the perfect husband
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| That comes with a country home, that they could one day own
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| «I would never settle for funds, I’m grown
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| Gentlemen come with loans, and you’re indebted in the bed to the bone
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| Selling your skeleton’s digusting», though
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| She found a man who was comfortable, and soon their love would grow
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| They had the wedding of the summer, and everything was in front of em
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| And she’d eventually come to expect the better things coming in
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| Like expensive clubs and boats, she loved the life
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| Then all the sudden she’s broke, when he succumbed to a stroke
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| She couldn’t bare to not keep up with the joneses
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| Now her her dough comes from lusty roles in the movie «Fuck my holes»
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| Like
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| He was a Casanova
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| Not really, but his talent sold him
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| He was crass, but his passion drove up on the curb
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| When he rapped, it showed — and ladies certainly had to know him
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| He was trapped in the past and sewn up in a pattern
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| Holding to his oldest habits as a grown up
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| To creep, creep, When he was alone he was prone
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| Just to peep peep, any bit porn he could hold
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| As a pre-teen, he begins to hoard what is shown
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| Then extreme scenes, become a resort of his own
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| As the weeks keep coming, and seeds reap nothing
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| But the hunger for the hunt of the cheap deed
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| Brother here would cheat cheat, any single chance that he’d get
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| His insecurities surpassed the regrets
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| Yes, it seems there was a deep need for fantasy to match what he’d get
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| But he couldn’t connect and like it was passenger-sex
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| And since reality, would have him upset, he vowed to keep clean
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| If he found a sweet thing, he’s positive he’d have to reset
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| «Yo, I’ll never cheat again if I tie the knot»
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| He put a ring on a woman, with a mind to stop
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| Now every piece of ass that he met with an eye on his cock
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| He felt like he was passing a test, when denying their shot
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| But when the times they got hard, he resigned and dropped guard
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| And now he lives alone and pays the price for the 'pop'
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| Never is a boulder, teetering on the edge
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| And your breath can tip it over
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| All it takes is one mention to set it in motion
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| When never hears it’s name, then it starts close in
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| Never is an army with cannons blazing
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| Daring you say shit, and make it blatant
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| If you never say never then remember to dead it, get it
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| But then you better hide, cause you already said it twice |