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[U-God] My mother said my father was a real livewire |
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Hustled on the avenue of |
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Lennox That he was a don, shot dope in his arm |
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Paid visits to the methodon clinic |
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A straight womanizer, no religion |
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He just leaned on bitches |
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His name rung in the slums, niggaz run for they gun |
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Blood thirsty, he was so vicious [Chorus: U-God (Ebony Burke)] |
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Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago) |
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Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no) |
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Momma said daddy's dead (stop messing with the baby's head) |
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One day he'll grow up strong (one day he'll be a man) [U-God] |
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Momma said father was a mean muthafucka |
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A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka |
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Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block |
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For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas |
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He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife |
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Light skinned, he had your eyes |
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But my mother couldn't handle him |
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The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives [Chorus] [U-God] |
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My mother said my father had a real bad temper |
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Loud, wild, he was too foul |
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With no hesitation, he would kill you |
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With no education, he was still proud |
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With his brother |
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Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery |
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A car flipped, all the money spilled out |
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Before it was done, police caught him with some |
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Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout [Chorus x2] |
