| I could feel it, ain’t no more thinking bout
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| The sun gone shine
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| Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone
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| I want to be strong but lately the pain won’t leave me alone
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| For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama
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| No understanding by my father can’t even talk to my mama
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| Got the world on my shoulders and it’s too heavy to hold
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| Thinking suicide, but that won’t be too good for my soul
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| Started out as a christian but sinning took over my mind
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| Time after time just for show that I resort to the crime
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| Where my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the past
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| Now that I’m doing bad and I ain’t got no cash to make me laugh
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| I done got you where I want but holler if I roll
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| They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold
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| Want to jack me when I’m through and do my niggas for life
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| It’s deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight
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| I know your bad movs are swift really soon I’ll be gone
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| Now try to cover up together just want some love before I’m gone
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| Still thinking of best free, no better person on the planet
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| Steady be driving away people I love and I can’t understand it
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| God damn it how can I love without loving myself
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| Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself
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| I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I’m stuck
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| Plus my boo is acting nautios because I’m bout to truck
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| And I ain’t did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping
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| Ain’t got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping
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| On the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paid
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| Pick it up and drop it now flossing until I’m down in the grave
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| When it happen let it happen cause I won’t bust back
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| Retaliation from busters trying to get they nuts back
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| I take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my all
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| No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call
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| (Chorus: Bettye Sterling)
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| After the rain, after the rain
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| I still feel the pain, feel the pain
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| My final curtain call, asking y’all
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| Let me pray for my dogs, all of y’all
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| Living a thug life in blood it’s like hell at home
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| So many cops around my hood it’s like jail at home
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| But still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweets
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| So much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feet
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| Cause if I wasn’t some of y’all niggas would be dead round here
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| And pull par, we give you hot lead round here
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| And niggas scared round here, cause I’m a natural born killer
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| Ridgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillers
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| I’m bone hard, you better open up your chest at will
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| The only investment that I receive was a talented deal
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| This life is real, and it ain’t having no mercy man
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| So you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for pain
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| I’m going insane, but to maintain it’s really the key
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| But it’s hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring me
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| It ain’t no lecture in me, I’m gone remain a g
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| This for weed, come to port that’s for P-U-P cause I’m a |