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Risk it all 'fore I sit and watch you suffer False accusation got them people on my bumper, yea I read your work and can't believe what I discovered Cancer took her from me, hard to live without my mother Ay, how it's "fuck me" and I'm sposed to be your brother Still the uncle to your daughter, 'least my niecy know I love her Gang culture, niggas dying over colors That's how the people see it, they look at us like we demons Ferragamo slacks, button-ups outta Neiman's I'm finna carry my dawg, I gotta bury my dawg Heart-broken the day that I got the call Don't act like you slidin' now when you was never involved The funk was never resolved, still spunky I could leave the hood for forever, they'll still love me I'm a child of it Never divorced the trenches nor (?) for it He was just the driver but he the one that went down for it They find a yeek in the foreign, who gon account for it? He lost his bundle, I told him lookin the couch for it Count for me, every rubber band 10 bandicas Canadians hit me, they want that candy girl in Canada That's long ways from mama being a manager at Micky D's Thumbing through this chicken nugget fifty piece Somebody tell that nigga Ru I'm on this 50 East I was high as shit and left the draky by his kitchen sink Don't let them trick you off the street, fuck what niggas think Letras de cancionesThem 50 pointers ain't big enough, need a different link Ay why them bags ain't movin' doggie, it's been a week They won't accept me nowhere else, it's always been the P I'm a child of Lena Usher and Ms. Brenda P Wit all the Mozzy chains together, mo' than 50 deep Retaliation on my mom, won't let a nigga sleep A firm believer in karma, that's why I keep a yeek I just deleted all the leeches out my rolodex Uncle hit me feeling his necklace, he need a Rollie next One of my dawgs lost his life playin' open chest Men of color of kings, they never told us that I know it's facts Lack of understanding is what hold us back Mama say they throw stones at you, you better throw 'em back Lil' overboard wit it cuz I did mo' den dat I sent a sucka up to my brotha, I felt I owed him that (?) millis was killas, but he ain't want it back I was one-handed it, lotta artery damages Ay my addiction malicious, it's hard to manage it That's why I tell the youngins, "It's nothin' that you should tamper wit." Runnin' through this cannabis, thumbin' through all these bandages Ham and cheese sandwiches, living with disadvantages (?) state of mind in a bity that's full of skandalous Homicide on me, I'm scramblin', ain't no panickin' Ay never run from your problems nigga, go handle it Ay speak of murder, them conversations are delicate Ay shit be spooky when your closet full of skeletons That's word to Poochie: I'm platinum, I never tell 'em shit From Letras Mania