| Kim-
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| Oh how it hurts, like childbirth
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| The wounds heal slow, you just don’t know
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| At times, I don’t know what to say
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| And all I do is pray, day to day
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| But still, I feel my strength might die
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| Like right now, I’m tryin’hard not to cry
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| Even when I close my eyes, I still see it Damn, I just don’t believe it The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
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| Unworthy people playin’beneficiaries
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| A lotta people eatin’off of one man’s death
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| Don’t you worry B.I., I’mma ride to my last breath
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| You killas, caused a lotta devastation
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| You have no idea what you did to this nation
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| I fuckin’hate you, excuse my frustration
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| But just when I’m about to quit, God tells me to just
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| Mary J. Blige-
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| Don’t you give up, be strong
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| Hold on, hold on Things are gonna get better
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| Tough times, they last so long
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| Hold on, hold on If you believe, they will get better
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| Kim-
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| Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
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| Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
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| I been with my nigga before he came in the game
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| No one’s, no V’s, we used to take the train
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| Just us and the Mafia goin’out to parties
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| I guess back then we was real nobodies
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| But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
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| I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
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| Had beef with yo wife that ain’t patched up But still got love for your kids
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| Even wrote 'em in my will
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| And I’mma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
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| No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
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| Shit is real, baby, there ain’t no appeal
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| If I’m fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
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| Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
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| Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
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| So to my ladies, don’t think I haven’t walked in yo shoes
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| Or thought this was only happenin’to you, righ'
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| Here’s my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
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| Cuz trust me, I know it’s sad but you got to…
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| So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
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| Depressed, stressed, don’t know who’s my real friends
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| One thing’s for sure, I can count on my mens
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| D-Roc, Money, L, Lil’Cease, and PD
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| My whole B.I. |
| family, remind me of you
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| We miss you so much, I love you so much
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| Never thought life without you would be so rough
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| But I know we gon make it We ain’t happy, but we fakin'
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| And to New York, thanks for the support
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| And all our real fans, I’m shoutin’out the whole land
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| This is somethin’young kids just won’t understand
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| How they took away this beautiful man
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| Who shared so many memories
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| I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
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| It’s been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
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| So here’s a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White
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| (Chorus) *with ad-libs* |