| Do the realest niggas die young?
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| A question for the gun that killed my big brother Cam a.k.a. DARE
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| How’s life up there?
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| Do you still laugh like crashing trains?
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| Do you tag your name on angel wings?
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| I don’t know how time works in Heaven but it’s been a minute
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| Write me back, lil' Vic
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| This could be, Heaven right
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| Here on Earth, here on Earth
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| This could be, Heaven right
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| Here on Earth, here on Earth
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| Yeah, listen, I hope you’re reading this shit, yeah
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| What up Cam? |
| It’s your little bro
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| It’s been a while since we spoke, what it’s hittin' fo'
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| The other day I saw your sister bro
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| Sad it had to be at another funeral
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| That was a wild summer, same one that took Rod from us
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| When I heard they stabbed him in his side
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| Swear to God I could feel that shit in my stomach
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| And, yo, I heard it was some niggas from the Wild 100's
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| That sneaky bitch set you up man
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| Fuck man that shit was tough man, over some petty ass weed
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| I was like anybody but Cam
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| I called Autumn immediately, needed someone to feed it to me
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| I couldn’t stomach it on my own
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| I wanted to throw up like I was chuggin' Patron
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| Every time I run through your number in my phone
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| I think about bullet holes runnin' through your dome
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| I just saw you that week on 53rd
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| I’m tearing up man, it’s hard to put this shit in words
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| It’s like Macklemore at the Grammy’s, man
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| I just feel like you got some shit you didn’t deserve
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| You was a good nigga, but the good niggas
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| Always die young, fucking 'round with them hood niggas
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| I know you had your hands in that dirt, but
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| They ain’t have to air you out outside that Kenwood Liquors
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| That shit’ll never ever be the same for me
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| None of this money takes the pain from me
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| Yeah, but still for whatever it’s worth
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| I’m just writin' you this letter, send it to Heaven on Earth
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| This could be, Heaven right
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| Here on Earth, here on Earth
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| This could be, Heaven right
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| Here on Earth, here on Earth
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| What up lil' Vic? |
| It’s your big bro
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| Been a while man, but what’s good though?
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| I see you on the road like 10−4
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| I ain’t surprised I knew you was gonna kill em tho
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| I heard your song «Holy Holy»
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| That shit really touched me you was just a little bony homie
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| To see you in front of thousand of people
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| Screaming my name, man that shit did a lot for me
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| Sometimes heaven gets lonely
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| I talked to your grandma, she said «Tell Vic I’m proud for me»
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| I got that little liquor you poured out for me
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| I was drinking it with Rod, I know that you miss him
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| I really think you need to keep your squad closely
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| I mean Joey, Kene, Smoke, Towkio
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| You know? |
| Your ride or die homies
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| 'Cause to be honest them other niggas is all phony
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| But you know you got to stay off them drugs man
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| They no good for you
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| I seen you in that bathroom stall suicidal with that gun in hand
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| How could you wanna die? |
| Shit is so good for you
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| Heaven ain’t that bad though
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| Just a lot of sunny days, mad dope
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| I smoked with Kurt Cobain yesterday, he said he liked your shit
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| And to tell you that you on the right path though
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| Don’t cry, I’mma see you when it’s time
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| Keep your mind on your money and your money on your mind
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| Cause trust me you’re gonna get through the worst
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| Sincerely Killa Cam from Heaven on Earth
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| This could be, Heaven right
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| Here on Earth, here on Earth
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| This could be, Heaven right
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| Here on Earth, here on Earth
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| What up young Vic? |
| You don’t know my name
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| I’m just another nigga caught up in the street game
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| I been through things, seen things
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| I know this might sound crazy but let me explain
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| It was a dark night, I got call from this broad right
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| She said I’m hittin' you about this shit
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| Because I know you got stripes like off white
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| I got a lick for you, you got a car, right?
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| You leaving for my crib in an hour
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| Hold on one sec, he just got out the shower
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| (Who you talking to?) Nothin' I’m just talkin' to my momma
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| Now listen close, I can’t talk no louder
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| He got 10 pounds in the trunk
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| He’s 'bout to make a run to drop the Benz off to the plug
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| You could get him robbed for the cash if you quick
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| And I know he ain’t strapped because I just hid his gun
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| I asked her who the nigga was she ain’t say a name |
| But I just had a baby man, I had to make some change
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| I was hurt, how could I turn away a stain?
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| So I called up my brothers like Damon Wayans
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| We piled up in my Monte Carlo, pulled up to the bitch crib
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| Seen a white Ford Explorer shorty just told me to follow
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| He was sittin' on 75th
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| He bent off Stony and made a stop at the Kenwood Liquors
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| He ran inside to get a drink
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| When he stepped out, he had a bottle of Hennessy in his hand
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| We rolled up and put that banger to his face (wassup nigga?)
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| I told him, «Give me everything in the car, nigga everything»
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| He start stumbling like «I ain’t got anything» (shut the fuck up!)
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| I said «Shut the fuck up man, open the trunk up man
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| Before I gotta let this hammer bang» (I don’t wanna shoot you!)
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| He reached for the keys and put him in
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| The trunk popped open, seen the weed in Saran
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| I told him, «Step the fuck back», he ain’t listen though
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| His hand moved, he started reaching again
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| I was scared, I ain’t gon lie, that’s what it was
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| I thought he had a gun, my eyes went black
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| I let two shots go, before I knew it
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| He was layin' in the ground in a puddle of blood
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| I know it ain’t right, I think about it every night
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| I ain’t even mean to take his life
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| We livin' in the streets where ain’t shit free
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| And your man just had to pay the ultimate price
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| A week later, I saw your post on the 'Gram
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| R.I.P. |
| DARE with a picture of him
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| I recognized the face from somewhere and then I realized
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| Damn |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven On Earth, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Album song The Autobiography, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп