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作词 : Wilson |
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I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six |
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Living some bloodshed, her man is pu*******ng bricks |
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Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick |
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It's like some *******t straight out of a Hollywood flick |
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Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks |
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Honey was thick, I was the first ******* to kick |
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Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split |
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I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates |
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The live *******t, you know how loose I get |
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I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit |
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Plump cherry lips, medium *******, ******* eyes her baby hair chick |
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The type you want to pair with, have an affair with |
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We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip |
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Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip |
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Probably had to get with her man and *******t |
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Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight |
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Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me |
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to be dealing with mad feelings |
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And even though mami was mad appealing |
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Body revealing and big wheeling |
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This *******t is illin, I don't like it |
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******* it, I can't fight it |
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I reaching for the cordless to call Miss |
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I insist to get with this |
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Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick) |
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"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" |
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"Fine and how you doing boo" (chick) |
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"Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through |
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"we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" |
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About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo |
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We link, push in the six circle circle drink |
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To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks |
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More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint |
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Went for a drink ? Hot shots |
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Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's |
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Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove |
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My eyes closed her ******* dozed, when I awoke |
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Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos |
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Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove |
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She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe |
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Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes |
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Took me into the master suite, *******t was sweet |
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Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets |
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As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak |
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Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks |
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I was getting open, started laughing and joking |
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We ******* smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and |
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Said what the deal is, the realness |
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My man is crazy as Bruce Willis |
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If he catches us, he'll try to kill us |
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He got a whole army of Kiiers |
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Me no worry, I got the clapper son |
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End of the first verse, chapter one |
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Word |
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*******t is real in the field |
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Thug love story |
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[G. Luciano] |
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So here I am |
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Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos |
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With this chick I don't even really know |
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Steady stressing me how ill her man is |
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So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway |
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Straight twisting mami's back out |
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Hit three o'clock, fell right the ******* to sleep |
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Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock |
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Totally no kind of regards for this *******'s man |
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I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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The next day about a quarter to eight |
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I heard a squeek on the staircase |
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Got the gat from under the pillow case |
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Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken |
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Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen |
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I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking |
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The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing |
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Bullets was grazing, *******t was crazy and |
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I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash |
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Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass |
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Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee |
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With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony |
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*******t was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth |
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Saw the snowmobile yo ******* it |
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We start jumped it, get on top of the *******t and peeled |
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Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel |
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The raw deal, kill or be killed, *******t is real |
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Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill |
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In zero degrees, *******s on skis, me and these Gees |
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Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these |
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Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped |
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The other six started to pop, I feel something hot |
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I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped |
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Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick |
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She on my back tighter than *******t, like vise grips |
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I started clapping, *******s rolled up in blowing black and |
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Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in |
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Mash the gas, make the ******* wheel spin |
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The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten |
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Shorty *******vering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat |
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Pulled over the Jeep get it in |
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And took a rest stop at the river bend |
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We living, we made it the ******* out, mad slugs delivering |
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Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom |
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Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound |
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Put on some tunes, she blew my *******t like a balloon |
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Up in the moonlit room, and *******ing her womb |
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Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda |
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She rode the ******* like a honda |
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I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda |
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She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm |
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My ******* glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot ******* |
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Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism |
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I thought about the realism |
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*******s coming and bring they steel with them |
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I got just the thing to deal with them |
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Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed |
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Push a *******s whole head back, so I snatched that |
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So quick spread out and play the layout |
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Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out |
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[G. Luciano] |
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Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? |
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[Mami] |
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I'm a little worried baby |
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[G. Luciano] |
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Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright |
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Everything is gonna be alright |
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[Mami] |
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OK |
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[G. Luciano] |
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Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money |
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You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever |
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And we gonna get out of there, alright? |
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[Mami] |
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Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito |
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[G. Luciano] |
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Alright, grab that bag money |
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[Mami] |
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Let's do this, baby |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and |
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Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons |
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Brung the clamp, ready to shoot *******t up at random |
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Five hundred grand is buried in the sand |
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We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough |
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She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls |
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I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those |
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*******t was sitting on some chrome momo's |
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Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O |
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Told the chick, yo you moving to slow |
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Speed it up baby, we got to go |
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And get this plane and hit the Caymans |
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With the payment, somebody came in |
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A platoon of goons with heaters aiming |
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I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and |
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Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying |
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But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and |
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Put the heater to the chicks brain and |
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I let my two guns drop, they got the drop |
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They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht |
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The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot |
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******* was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot |
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Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish |
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Thinking he's out to take advantage |
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So we're out in the ******* Atlantic |
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With no lifesavers and stranded |
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Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore |
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Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more" |
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Took us on a tour, down in the deck |
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Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet |
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Saw this ******* there, holding the Tec |
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Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a *******s stressed |
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We up beside a horrible mess |
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I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S |
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So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest |
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Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless |
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The madness, put the rest of them *******s to rest |
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Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left |
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Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath |
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Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck |
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Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast |
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Held her in my arms till her soul finally left |
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I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death |
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A real thug lost the only women he loved |
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And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above |
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Word |