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Pizzle, yeah Uh Boop, boop (boo) What are you afraid of? You ain't gotta show us what you're made of I know you brave, yuh Let me pick you up when you fall Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh If things keep going how they going They won't miss you at all Sad thing is, everybody know it They won't miss you Momma cryin', daddy high, you slept on the floor Rent is due, shots poppin', sound like we at war Can't go in that bitch, too many niggas in the store Police coming, hide the guns, give shawty that raw Why you think I be on tour? I get money, I want more Niggas hate to see you ballin', they wish that you was poor Don't no streets love me, just my fans and some niggas I relate to Cause if you doing good, they gon' hate you Couplе in the ground and couple in the Fеds I could visit a couple of 'em, but a couple of 'em dead Had a rough life homie, ain't none of it was smooth I was born in these streets, I'm just smart enough to move, bitch Letras de canciones What are you afraid of? You ain't gotta show us what you're made of I know you brave, yuh Let me pick you up when you fall Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh If things keep going how they going They won't miss you at all Sad thing is, everybody know it They won't miss you Shit gotta get brighter, the homie got a lighter And the raw in a fronto, in the fire I used to watch the Wire, and watch for niggas wearing wires Now I'm in the streetcar named desire But I'm more like Vito movin' the olive oil Had the rock in the foil after the pot'll boil I was standing on the corner like, yeah, I got it for you If you looking for work, I got the product for you You could've hand me a gun, I would've shot it for you Now I'm out in Milan, probably coppin' Milano on you Ill writer like Goines, I'm speaking Donald to you I rather get to the coin than pop a hollow on you What are you afraid of? You ain't gotta show us what you're made of I know you brave, yuh Let me pick you up when you fall Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh If things keep going how they going They won't miss you at all (shit get real) Sad thing is, everybody know it They won't miss you We ain't have everything we wanted, but had everything we needed And every night, there was some dinner for us to eat it Prayers and love to the thugs who really need it Believe it, wake up in your cell, and get superseded Know the loser don't get rewarded when you defeated Or the mission don't get aborted 'til you complete it All I know, if you can be taught it, then you could be it You should be able to afford it, if you could see it Frustrations build up and push you to that point Next stop, funeral home or a max joint Streets don't love 'em, the dealers won't miss 'em It's real in the field, even realer in the system, what's up? What are you afraid of? You ain't gotta show us what you're made of I know you brave, yuh Let me pick you up when you fall Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh If things keep going how they going They won't miss you at all Sad thing is, everybody know it They won't miss you From Letras Mania