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Текст: Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo. Blocc Movement. Dedication.


[C-Bo]
With my eyes open I tried to focus I see my mother
Squeezing my hand teary eyed behind her I see my brothers
And I wonder how quick the game could take me under
I felt the bullet strike my back then I heard the thunder
Now I'm thinkin is it to late for me to make a change
I knew this world was full of snakes Lord but that's just a part of the game
A young thug that always screamed "I ain't afraid to die"
I would just fight it out with God if I had no one to blame
From all the dirt I did snatchin purses to pay the rent
I knew it would all catch up to me man I hope I'm heaven sent
I used to be the main one screamin "nigga I'm prepared to die"
And when it came down to me layin on the death bed I was scared to die
No evidence of the killer but find a bird inside my dresser
And if I don't die here I'll die in Tracy a hot desert
I can't win or lose it for me the whole game's a snake
Never thought of killin myself but I refuse to die upstate

[Talking]

[C-Bo]
I remember when I had it made 13 for a whole bird
Catch me comin down the street clownin in my convertable 4 perb
I used to be all up on the curb tryin to holla at me a shorty
With my right hand nigga dub sittin on the side of me sippin up on a 40
Me and my nigga had it made we even used to fuck the same bitches
We used to spend weeks and months on the corner tryin to maintain our riches
Remember we used to cut and go to other schools and I'd slay them niggas in lyrics
Had the whole school late for class cuz they all wanted to stay to hear it
I wanna thank you my nig cuz everytime I'm at war you was on my side
Remember that time when you almost died nigga and I saved ya life?
Yeah my dog that ain't shit nigga I do that a thousand times
Remember back when we was kids nigga and I had like a thousand rhymes
I ain't forgot when we unloaded the desert eagles nigag to save my brothers
The other niggas started the war then they snitched when they ass got smothered
To my niggas sittin in a cell doin 34 with a L
They can't seperate us by a jail we all stuck in the same hell

[Talking]

[C-Bo]
I'm in my room thinkin what can I do to make ends meet
Get on my phone have my whole crew meet me and the end of my street
I ain't with havin no weed to smoke no drank and being broke
Nigga we gotta hit the bank, loc and that's real no joke
Take me to the other projects so I can steal me a Reagle
Then we gon' over to Big Pook house so I can pick up these Desert Eagles
Y'all fools ready for this nigga it's on and crackin at noon
We gon' get in and get out quick with all the money that we can consume
We hit em right we hit em hard nigga and I got addicted
Man this shit like a monkey on my back and I can't kick it
So I'm robbin banks left and right everything was goin good
Til I hooked up with this one nigga from the other side of the hood
He was a hot head came in the bank shootin guards and shit
When we got out the bank to split up the money them other niggas he would rob and shit
When the feds came sniffin around that's when I knew he was a bitch
When they feds hit my house and layed me on the ground that's when I knew he was a snitch

[Talking]
Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo