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She don't wanna be with me no mo' |
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Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know |
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Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow |
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And if he do, where is he gon' go? |
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Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried |
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When he told me that his girl just died |
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Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin to do |
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Now I'm sittin here and thinkin of you |
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Tryin to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in |
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You the only one I trust as a friend |
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I know I'm on my last leg limpin with this bullshit written |
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But I still gotta bring it to light |
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Spent half of a lifetime missin cause I would not listen |
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Confused about my wrong and my rights |
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They tellin me that time heals wounds though |
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This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz |
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You doin what you do but when the shoe gets flipped |
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Standin on the other foot got your boots and shit |
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When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize |
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Before you leave the shit alone just try |
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Maybe there's somethin you can do to rectify what's did |
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And plus you gotta think of the kids |
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That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die |
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At least that I can say that I tried |
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[Chorus: Scarface] |
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Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could |
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Sometimes I guess my best ain't good... enough |
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Cause when it's over, said shit done |
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You sittin by yourself mixed up |
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But I tried, I tried to do the best I could |
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Sometimes I guess my best ain't good... enough |
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Cause when it's over, said shit done |
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You sittin by yourself mixed up, but I tried |
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[Willie D] |
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Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit |
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Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch |
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I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet |
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Since 5th grade, I been up in these streets, tryin to get it |
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Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers |
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I used to think she didn't love us |
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Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk |
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But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say |
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I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her |
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Cause she was treated evil out the box |
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You can't get what you ain't got |
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Momma I was young, hittin licks, started helpin you out |
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'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house |
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I was talkin back, walkin through the do' gettin smacked |
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You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped |
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We never really got along but when you took sick |
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I was at your side 'til you died |
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I wasn't the best son but I tried |
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[Chorus] |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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I've always been crook, never given up |
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But the past few years has been really rough |
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Felt like givin up a couple of times |
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Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind |
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Fuck it I'm dyin, done wit strugglin for mine |
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Sleepin on fans, knowin there ain't no use to me lyin |
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Change my name for anonymity's sake |
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But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss |
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I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy |
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Then I start thinkin 'bout my babies |
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I cain't go to jail, I cain't die |
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Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I? |
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Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support |
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Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours |
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Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be |
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But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried |
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[Chorus] |
