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"Love, comes and goes" [x2] |
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I saw ya, the day before your death before you took your last breath |
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How many of my real niggaz are still left? |
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A lot got killed, and filled a wooden box |
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And went out like ?docks? |
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I can picture when you went down, just like a ?becks? |
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Here one day, and gone the next |
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We all make mistakes, and these are the breaks |
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But I'm, sick and tired, of goin to wakes |
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And seein an end, to my friend |
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So we kicked it to the L to get some brew and gin |
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Nobody said nothin everyone was pissed |
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As we got drunk and reminisced |
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At your funeral, your head we kissed |
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Didn't go to the burial, but you'll be missed |
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That's if you didn't know, from your true friends and not your foes |
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Cause love comes and goes |
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"Love, comes and goes" [x4] |
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Now my man, he never had no problems |
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But he got killed, when niggaz tried to rob him |
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Because they knew when they did it, they couldn't get away with it |
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So they killed him, took the dough and split it |
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Thinkin about the money, and not his four kids |
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A couple got caught, and now they're doin bids |
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Loot is worth more than a life, cause niggaz livin trife |
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My man had four kids, and a wife |
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Now the kids don't have a father and the wife don't have a husband |
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Because when, you did what you did |
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The future of his kids may fall down... |
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... cause he ain't around |
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I went to his funeral, thinkin maybe soon it will be me |
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Cause Boston got a lot of jealousy |
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A lot of people just can't take it when another brother makes it |
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When he makes it, that's when they wanna take it |
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But there's one thing I know... |
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... love comes and goes |
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"Love, comes and goes" [x4] |
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The most I remember of you, is in the pictures |
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You were my pops and I won't forget ya |
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I wish you coulda been there, to see me grow up |
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Come up like throw up, and blow up, as an entertainer |
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I think you woulda been proud |
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To see me at a show, and move the crowd |
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Your best friend, shot you over five dollars, that ain't right |
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The money mattered, and not the life |
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I wonder what you woulda told me, to get a girl and lay her |
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Cause my moms told me you were a player |
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They tell me I'm your spittin image, from the line of scrimmage |
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But you was wild unlike my mother I'm timid |
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God works in different ways and it shows |
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And everybody knows love comes and goes |
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"Love, comes and goes" [repeat to fade] |
