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lose Hope to hear from you soon P.S. I'm still not over you Still not over you Did you know I kept all of your pictures Don't have the strength to part with
I still don?t know, Nothing remains and nothing to show? And it?s too late, maybe you?ve changed, yeah yeah yeah? You used to love me, But now you
with the nerve to say you're brave I think you're cowards; fightin systematically and chemically connivin Cause you never liked us but it seems you're
out your whole staff And even a nickname for me, I'm still gon have the last laugh So fuck with me if you want, I'ma put you to bed And pretend I'm a
a damn thang [Z-Ro] You use to call me G.I., but to me you was s soldier indeed Even though you dodged the cops daily, you would hit my crib up with
battlefield, in the middle of the war You either have to die or have to kill, so I ain't guilty motherfucker Raise up off of my N-U-T's, cause you can
So come home Maybe in time you understand Only God can save us Where Miles Davis cutting lose with the band Just think of all the people that you
this misery But look at what you gettin' It's a blessing in disguise When you find out your pregnant No money, no home And even though you all alone You
to all you motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you
right Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin Supreme ideology, you claim to
we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still
you, slash you, knife you, mask and glove, midnight you But just not write you, cause I ain't like you You're just a fad, your double-time raps? Just
I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask jermaine on cut thoug Wooh, you talkin funny would you fucking with the
this home What's that you say? You feel the right to remain? Then stay and I will bury you What's that you say? Your father's spirit still lives