Dramatic chords by Brotha Lynch Hung
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I took a shot,
trying to keep on breathing
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Bleeding, kill it on crep,
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left me numb for an unexplainable reason
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I didn't see him, just gully cap,
dressed in all black, uniform for dirt
Choking on a reefer stick,
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that's when he aimed
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Wet up my shirt, critically hurt
Infliction of paint, blood
stained upon the windowpane
Put in work?
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Was it somebody I did the
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same role in in front of fame?
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Veins feel like they're pushing over canes I'm slipping away into a coma,
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fighting to survive
I'm slowly feeling that I'm a goner,
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please to
God
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Is there hope right here for
Lil
Rob or the one who dies?
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Too soon for me to see this sweet
God up there in paradise
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Pondering all problems,
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that's when he crept I slipped up and left him for dead
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Multiple gunshot wounds,
direct to the chest and neck flesh
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Fled the suspect into the dark
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without determining my fate
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I know it's too late, but I shouldn't have been the sitting
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duck outside the front of the gate
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It feels fine, all my signs are vital,
slumped over sober plasma
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I can hear him speak before he shot
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You know I had to get ya
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Put that on, front of the neck now, let it loose and
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hella gunpowder like y 'all
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The rhythm of the concert, strutting into vibes,
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I've been trying to paramedics to get louder
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On the scene, friends and family weeping, not
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knowing I made a peaceful sleep
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Suddenly my eyes click wide,
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I'm dreaming just like I wanted to be
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Sometimes I sit and thought of
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me when I'm alone
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Many circumstances in my life
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make me see I could be gone
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Sometimes I feel and notice that the
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world is so cold
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Follow behind me tryna fuck all my hoes ass nigga
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my money is longer so my dick is bigger
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with a attitude like rude nigga fuck you,
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did all I could about that ass, got to the
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point that if I see you on the street I just might smash nigga,
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I'm great big, not a peewee
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tryna see me nigga, I'm thick dick full of grit with a red nose pit,
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ready to rip the
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shit out the clip nigga,
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you bite the hand that feed you and I didn't need you, if you
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I put your body in a knapsack,
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I snap back
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Like a rubber band nigga now,
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you don't understand
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I'm loaded, can't trust a nigga
Hit off the endo everyday knew my fears
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And he was around when I was blood,
sweat and tears
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Taking niggas weed stash when
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them popos pull us over
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Let a nigga know,
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them niggas about to pop out your
Nova
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They trippin',
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said you don't kick it enough
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You got your glory,
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hatin' motherfuckers
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But that's another fuckin' story
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Anyway, it went down for the
browns for the
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ground ground I got that grill,
that's real
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And for the money I kill, steal
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Some call me steel,
Mr.
Nowhere
To
Be
Revealed
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See you after the day, half the hafta
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Tryin' to get that gil
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Niggas be gettin' they backs
split open
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Fuckin' around with this ghetto star
Speezy
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Ace,
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Parcellini, mob styl in' in ghetto cars
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Bullet holes up in my hookie,
but a nigga ain't trippin'
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Cause the bitch that did that,
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he ain't no longer livin'
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Don't make me nut up like semen
if I lay my motherfuckin' probation
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I been tryin' to be cool,
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not shoot you bitches up in the face
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And catch a case and have your ass
smothered like nuclear waste
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Embracin' niggas with this chrome 45,
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givin' them a taste
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and spit your billy
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Roll your ass up like a twunk sack,
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it's
smokin'
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Fuck it, nigga, I never loved ya
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Lay your ass out on the street with
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hella ponies and ambulance
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Got the white chalk, circle, and shell
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Didn't have a chance,
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gentleman, fuck you
with my money
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Nigga, I told you to turn it down, but you
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just didn't listen
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Now take a look at yourself now
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With your corpse full of hoes,
lookin' at your body, out your body
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You broke the shit in yourself,
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caught his whole thug party
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Fucked around and had to face
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the consequences of death
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Don't be no bitch now, nigga,
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just try to die with respect
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Grab your dick and close
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your eyes and count
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1, 2, 3
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Say goodbye to the bad guy,
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black porcelain knee
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Sometimes I sit and thought
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of me when I'm alone
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Many circumstances in my life make
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me see I could be gone
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Sometimes I feel and know that
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the world is so cold
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Things, things be dramatic
you
Dramatic
Brotha Lynch Hung
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