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I guess it must be so hard, that once you're hooked on heroin, or alcohol, ah, unless you're an incredibly powerful person, with a great desire to stop it, even if you have the best rehab people in the world, it's very hard to get off [Hook: Turf Talk] A dope fiend might be your momma And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars (let me paint the picture) The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya Hot bullets nigga, we ain't throwing food at ya That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang And he don't play sports he sell cocaine (Let me paint the picture) Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years Cop kill a nigga don't nobody cares [Verse 1: E-40] Sidewalks and hallways White chalk, candlelights and bouquets Crime scene, shell casings from the AKs Donations, send the victim off the right way And for revenge, worldwide they spending thousands Gotta be careful at these halfway houses This stake out here patient Double deuce thirds, and 5.56 casings The neighbours ain't telling shit They mouthpiece is celibate I don't condone the violence, turn the other cheek Letras de cancionesHard to deal with when you're love one is deceased The funk will never end When I'm done with rap I might become a reverend (a reverend?) Because I been spitting scriptures Let me paint the picture! [Hook] [Verse 2: Turf Talk] I know some crazy niggas that'll raid ya house I rob ya ass and I fuck your spouse Hit ya cell phones till ya pay up Get that address, spray that bitch up Hug the bitch, tell her watch the kids Cause I'm out breaking and I'm murking shit Got my scar phone, got my gloves on And I'm through the window like a Ball She bet I make a move, she bet I make her pee If she do, my partner gon' strangle her This the ghetto nigga, ain't no rules at all And the punk police ain't no friends of ours Might get credit at the liquor store cause I'm a regular Tell the owner I be back soon as I get this feddy up I'm selling dope, there ain't no jobs And we still trippin' off Trayvon (fuck the police) [Hook] [Verse 3: Cousin Fik] Look Thinking of myself driving down the I-80, has anybody noticed all these real moves lately? The end is close, you gotta watch friend and foes cause you never know who the devil might send to smoke you Blood flowing through the streets you look down you drown Turned the TV on the scene how they dead Mike Brown kill little Trayvon, say stand your ground But gave Marissa 20 years when it was the other way round I'm like fuck, niggas shooting if I got enough time I might duck Niggas looting like we ain't got enough crime feel like I'm stuck In the belly of the beast My heart cold like a cheap telling shiek These hoes full of trifling and deceit Mack the rubber on when I skeet I can't leave the block im on the street Had the same clothes on for a week [Hook] From Letras Mania