Dead or in jail its the life of a REAL nigger 3 niggers dead and only one pulled the trigga Yesterday everything was nice and good smoking blunts, at horizon and bak to the hood Its fair to say u dont kno wat u got til its gone But ud tell me keep my head up and stay strong You never understand until it happens to you And i never thought it would happen to tell u the truth The scar by my ear nigger u gave me that u sed 'Scoobyz greezy' wen i first got my tat I asked u for stuff if i was really in need U sed my babyfathers waste like i cudnt believe But I know, and ur still my light that shines u weren't my man ur my nigger so u still are mines Them other people they'd never understand my pain thats y my loss is another ones gain
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