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| Eightball Miscellaneous If I Die mic check one two you know when you lose somebody somebody that's close to you somebody that's probably not even that close to you you might have just knew him it's hard to put it into words you know it's hard to say what you feel it's hard to say what you feel.... I guess all wounds heal over time you know...but uh all i can do now is reminisce (Verse One) Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street His eyes wide open and it's fucking with me I can't believe this shit it really seems unreal My streetwise ass dog ended up getting killed We used to laugh but now this shit ain't funny at all Thinking about when my dog first started to ball Telling me I was blessed use my gift But it was hard to stay away from that gangsta shit (so hard) Young eyes attract glitter like glue Running with a crew doing everything they do Smoked out drinking mad dog and thunderbird My momma screaming but I swear I never heard a word My homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack Now getting high is how she bring her son back Imagine that so many kids are living this One day my son will lose someone and reminisce I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see I hope you agree and make it better for the young ones Cause these momma's can't take no more dead sons Chorus Can't you see the way we live The world wouldn't spin without gangsta shit I don't know what you've been told But baby somebody told me (Only the strong will survive) If I die press play to bring me back to life (Only the strong will survive) Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life (Verse Two) Riding around in a hoop smoked out behind tent Serving all day hitting corners getting bent Time went by quick when we was kicking it I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this Somehow thought the shit but I can't blame myself I just wish that death would have took somebody else That niggas' shorty looks just like he did So in a sense I guess my homeboy will live again In the eyes of his seed forever dad No one to call on when momma is doing bad Mad at the world for the pain he feels I pray to god that his momma shows him what's real Chorus (Verse Three) Every day I thank god for watching over me If I didn't have rapping I don't know where I would be Trying to move a key strong armed robbery My destiny could have been an early death of me Just to be alive pushing twenty-five I lived to talk about the shit many didn't survive All I ask is that we think about the lives passed away Never to see another sunny day >From rocks in the hand to keys in the van No more being broke waiting on the postman Cost more than the time that you put into it Now you got the cheese why the fuck you still do it Greed a need to speed away your precious time Playa use your mind find yourself another grind If not for yourself... for the kids sake Cause they'll all be where were all at today Chorus Man oh man It's wild what these streets are doing to us You know what I'm saying? I was thinking I was telling my homie If I were to name all the people that I knew That was not here with us no more It would take a whole album You know what I'm saying? So i wanna say rest in peace to my homeboy pinkhouse Rest in peace to my homeboy dice Who showed me much love in the short time i knew him Rest in peace to my homeboy Nino Much love from the hood we still ride with ya |
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