| Man, this street don’t remind y’all of Hollywood man
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| Damn, I miss my nigga man
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| That shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg
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| Man, I wonder what he was thinking about man
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| My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there
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| I got word inside of me
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| My nigga I know exactly what he was thinking, my nigga
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| Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla
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| «Holla nigga», I keep hearing sirens
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| In my sleep, I’m having flashbacks
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| A guilty conscious naw, «Why ya ask that?»
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| It’s like this a nigga tried to cross me
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| I made him pay and now the devil calls me
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| But I ain’t going 'cuz I’m rolling with the Lord G
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| And now I lay my soul to sleep
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| Ah pow, keep hearing gunshots
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| Bullets flying, seem like they won’t stop
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| A call for help, but momma can’t hear me
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| Save me, damn this nigga, trying to kill me
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| I’m bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin' caps
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| I feel cold, boy, where them paramedics at?
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| The first stop is intensive care
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| I’m seeing tripletts, blood flying every where
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| I’m stone black, but who turned the lights out?
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| Holy sire, is it true I might die?
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| My blood’s low, my heart’s beating too slow
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| I’m on the edge but I can’t let go
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| Is this the end, I would stop breathing?
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| Talk to me, why is everybody leaving?
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| Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face
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| Looking like it’s gonna be a long day
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| What time is it? |
| What’s the days date?
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| What brings the crowd, oh, why these long faces?
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| I’m getting kissed but why on my forehead?
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| Pretty flowers, don’t tell me that a nigga dead fuck
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| Oh my, why all a sudden me, fuck it, I wanna be free
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| Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words
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| Past the dust, the last words that I heard
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| Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Based on a True Story part I , by - Trick Daddy. Song from the album Based On A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп