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Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that´s all
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(I can feel it comin´ in the air tonight, hold onnnn
I´ve been waitin for this moment for all my life
hold onnn, hold onnnnnn)
The best of y´all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin´ under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin´ I gotta show you an I hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you
When you stand up an see that I´m just showin´ love to you
Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends
Caps I fucked with are real, but hey
Those are your friends
Its just what you got comin´ sometimes you don´t know
What you askin´ for, did you ask for more?
Should the casket door swing here, it is done
An thought you was a killer, you swore you´d never run
Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster
It is comin´ in the air? Yeah its getting´ closer
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I see life through many shades of grays and blacks
I could take that an him ´em with the blazin´ tracks
When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams
Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me an he won´t let go
I can feel the lord pullin´ but he movin´ dead slow
Let ´em know that amidst all this confusion
some of us may do the winnin´
But we all do the losin´ its just who does the choosin´
Easy goin up or down what have you been provin´?
Jus that you were fuckin´ ground
Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it
An I know that deep down you really don´t want it
I woulda traded the chance of bein´ the child with a father
Movin´ talent and bein´ able to survive when its harder
My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife
That´s why I hit these motherfuckin´ streets at night
Come on!
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There´s a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands
Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
An a lot of my mans is not seein´ through the fog
Families by the truckload, feedin´ them to the morgue
Full moon, arooooo, the howlin´, errrrrrr
an growlin´, shhhhhh, an prowlin´
Don´t know love, can´t show love
That means you gonna need more love
than on old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talkin´ out the side of your mouth is
what´s gonna is what´s gonna let niggas know
Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse
Told her it was suicide, but you an I
Both knew the truth, for we´d never die
Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob
Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that´s your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah
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Afr, afr
Haha
Aroo, arro
Whoo, whoo, whoooo