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Something for the addicts, something for the users Something for the junkies and the substance abusers Something for the car washers, something for the shade tree Something for my uncle Jeff, he died and they paid me Something for kin folks in front of my storefront Shoutout to Terrence dad, I never hit your blunts Cause that was them blow blunts, that wasn't them dro blunts That was them geek joints and I got slipped one Man I was geeked once, man that was no fun I had to call mom cause I am Denise' son Shе said "stay calm, chill out and eat something" Laughed at mе later, said "you were just geeked son" This is for geek monsters, this is for junkies too What Ready Ron did to DMX did somebody do to you Ayy, this is for the J's working hard to get paid Pay 'em fair wage and do not treat your people like slaves Something for junkies, something for losers Addicts and users, substance abusers This is something for junkies, something for losers Addicts and users, substance abusers Something for junkies When you see men fall, don't laugh Learn, learn because you're on your way up And the things that tempt people to fall, you and I are not free from that temptation nor from the weakness that will cause us to stumble and fall Letras de cancionesWhen you laugh and somebody else's fall, white or black, rich or poor, your enemy or your friend, you are laughing and opening a way for your own demise when you do that Because to laugh and not learn, to make mockery and not to understand is to make the same mistake yourself Woke up straight, travel great, counting my money Had a quick convo with my auntie the junkie I tell her baby you've been going too hard lately See you like 60 baby but you've been looking 80 She said "shit, Michael I've been smoking since '80" Before the shooters, back when we still called it freebasing She closed her eyes, fantasized 'bout better times When she was beautiful, fine and still snorting lines She told me stories of glory, the club saying Suzy Atlanta night life was glamor, rich black bougie A damn movie, she says puffing a damn loosie Trigger warning, the next moment she took a hit She zoned out, came back, took a spit Looked at me said all of you got the same shit She said, "Michael, you say you love me, I know you mean it 'Cause you still treat your junkie auntie like a human being" Something for junkies, something for losers (Something for the junkies, something for the users) Addicts and users, substance abusers (Something for the world all around us that abuse us) This is something for junkies, something for losers (Something for the lifestyle, don't never let it do you) Addicts and users, substance abusers (That's another world I think the world need to see) Something for junkies Something for the junkies, something for the user Something for the world all around us that abuse us Tina went to school with me, that was baby Jordan's sister She was bustin' 380 when I was down in Florida with her I was young Paco, a Dominican, a starter pistol She used to tell me she loved the hell out of this Georgia nigga Never take for granted what you love the most I cried when I lost her to an overdose The streets, they don't tell you about the ghosts And you just can't ignore all of the junkies you see Ayy, buddy only want one, but he brang back five He get the whole pack off so you can get fly It's your uncle, it's your cousin, it's your partner on the sly Know somebody somewhere praying, "I hope my mama don't die" Oh I know somebody praying that my mama don't die Something for the junkies and users Oh Something for the junkies and users and abusers Somebody out here praying that my mama don't- my mama don't- my mama don't And I hope my mama don't, don't die Know somebody somewhere praying, 'I hope my mama don't die" From Letras Mania