| Adrenaline pumping, heart pacer racing, altercations, we lit
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| Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
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| Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off
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| You know how we end up in the same shit
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| And she don’t fuck with niggas 'cause niggas is the reason
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| She got herself inside of this situation in the first place
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| Brooklyn murder lathers a birth place
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| Facing the city, «ing Biggie on all of the worst days
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| I used to take the train with her so none of these lames give her the danger
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| Living from where she was at was a plain picture
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| I used to paint pictures on how we could gain riches together
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| Instead of listen, she just kinda blew me off
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| Painted on mind but it kind of just threw me off
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| I guess I figured out, everybody wants riches and the cars
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| But she just wanted a better family
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| Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force
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| Mother on crack and she never had time to bathe her
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| Then she gave her to her uncle, her brother played the saviour
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| Until the day he started datin' this chick
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| That had put him up on mad pills and fuckin' up mad bills
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| She told me that one night he had got so fucked up
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| He fell asleep on his sofa, then woke up a new persona
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| And walked inside of her room and told her remove her clothing
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| And forcefully started chokin' her and tellin' her not to move
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| Before she could even finish, she rolled out in tears and did it
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| Told me that for years, this night was a repetition, a feelin', a fear
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| That she couldn’t seem exit or quit it, the feeling was there
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| Started talkin' lower and she told me come here
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| She said she had to make choices
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| So she got involved with niggas that make noise with them thangs, you feel
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| Ran off in her uncle’s spot with the stainless steel
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| Put the burner to his face with this aim to kill
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| And said, she don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause niggas is the reason
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| She got herself inside of this situation in the first place
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| Figured this intimidation was the worst case
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| She sat back and blew six in that boy face
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| Shot, him, dead
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| I want you, my dear
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| No, I won’t leave you lonely
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| You hold your head up high
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| I won’t let go 'cause I can’t leave her lonely
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| I can’t leave her lonely
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| I can’t leave her lonely
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| I can’t leave her lonely
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| He don’t fuck with niggas 'cause niggas is the reason
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| He got himself inside of this situation in the first place
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| He had no father figure
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| His told me that his papa got shot in the face
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| And he can’t wait to find out who his killer
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| He dedicated his life and now wants to know who had a motive to kill his only
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| father
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| He felt, it had to be somebody close
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| It couldn’t be somebody far away that didn’t know 'im
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| But take this pardon
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| When he was younger, he used to roll with his cousin
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| The woman that used to show him the ropes
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| She used to tell him, don’t ever let no nigga or woman touch her
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| And if somebody do, then all they would hear is the baka baka baka baka
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| One day, he was on the block rolling
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| Then, this crack fiend woman came up to him and told him
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| That she was his mother, man, that shit had him frozen
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| He ain’t want to believe her 'til she said, «Boy, you got a birthmark above
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| your scrotum
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| A scar up on your eye, came from when you was four, from when you fell off in
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| the road»
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| At that point, he looked at her face and he froze
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| She told him hold on, it’s something she gotta show him
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| She says to him, «I was gon' wait until you got older
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| But something was on my mind, was pressing, I had to show you
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| The whole block know me and the whole block know you
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| The whole block been knew this story but they ain’t told you»
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| His mom says to him, «I hope you know your pap was a good man
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| But he just had some nonsense to him
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| Huh, well, one night, he’s fucked up on the pills
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| I’m tryna tell him stop, but everything I’m saying fails
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| You see, your lil' cousin out in Brooklyn will be relieved
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| I know she love you but the story’s more deeper
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| Uh, you see, your father used to be a creeper
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| He used to fuck her, used to touch her, used to beat her
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| Used to leave her, so confused, she would lace an old poker and reefer |
| Wait, I know you wanna interrupt but this get deeper
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| You’ve been living this mission
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| You tryna figure out who’s the nigga or the perpetrator of killing your pops,
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| nigga
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| When your cousin is the reason, he got shot nigga
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| She put six shots in him out the Glock, nigga»
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| This angle was dwelling all on his mind
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| He didn’t know what to do, he started gripping his nine and uh
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| Before he knew, he aimed it up at his momma and uh
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| He shot her right in his spine, he said
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| «This is why, my life has been full of lies
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| Don’t nobody care for me, fuck it, what’s the use in trying?
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| This Glock on my side, if I put it to my ma
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| I know that I’ma die, but in Heaven, I’d be alive»
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| Adrenaline pumping, heart pacer racing, altercations, we lit
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| Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
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| Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off
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| You know how we end up in the same shit
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| Stunt, get jumped on, slash the dumped-ons
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| Same block you pump on is the spot you get slumped on
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| Tory told me the story, it sounded a little crazy
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| A little Nas, a little 2Pac, Brenda’s having a baby
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| How much pressure can you take 'fore you snap or break? |
| Love turn to hate?
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| Fuck shit or fake, you next move may raise the murder rate
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| From average to savage, to semi-automatics
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| It’s tragic how the static’ll have us going at it
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| I want you, my dear
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| No, I won’t leave you lonely
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| You hold your head up high
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| I won’t let go 'cause I can’t leave her lonely
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| I can’t leave her lonely
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| I can’t leave her lonely
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| I can’t leave her lonely |