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Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
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But she never told me when
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She told me it would happen when I was much older
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Wish it would have happened then (Is this the end?)
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Chorus
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Verse One: Puff Daddy
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Sometimes I be wakin up at high noon
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sayin, "Why me Lord?" -- folks thinkin I'ma die soon
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I just tell em keep seekin, but when they sleepin
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I be concealed up in my room, knowin that it could happen
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I'm just tryin to maintin, because the future is untold
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till the static unfolds that the good die young
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Please God let a Bad Boy die old
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Do you think I wanna lie cold
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Or better yet have many shots come close to the head
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Shirt soaked til it's red
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The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead
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Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest
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Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh
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It all came down to a test
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A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest
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Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit, but still
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I can't ride with program, fearing no man
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Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he had slow hands
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But he's still right behind me
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All these heartless fools is steady comin after my P
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So many phony niggaz lovin to hate Sean
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So many cheddar niggaz comin after my cheese
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Is it my car that they're losin, are we all for the choosin?
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Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion
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Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin for bruisin
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Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away
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I don't wanna conceive takin his either
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Dipped into the back and took a breather
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Heard steps steady in closin with the bullet skeezer
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Gotta do somethin, I ain't scared to go
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but yet my heart is steady pumpin for somethin
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I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin
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Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin
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Bodies start jumpin, wreckin my brain not to try and understand
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but withstand, is it cause I'm a rich man
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Or just to try to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand
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But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin
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There's dreams to fulfill still
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Can't complete em with a still kill
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Face to face with enemies still grill
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Forgive me for the pain I've caused and the sins I've committed
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even though I'm not hopin to go
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I wish someone would open the do'
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Dismantle then the trigger and his fingers steady choked in the snow
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Is this the end?
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Chorus
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Chorus Two: Ginuwine
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Just, can't, let, go (Is this the end?)
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I, just, don't, know
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Wish she woulda zapped it then
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Verse Two: Puff Daddy, Twista
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Did I just hear a tight jam, now it's on let make my maneuver
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Hit the alley source man in a Landcruiser
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In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger
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Heard shots from a steel bruiser
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Teflon in the seat took a pale stress
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Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest
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What's wrong with the brakes in the LX?
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Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole
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A car came to the rescue
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I bailed in and said, "Bless you
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But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?"
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I proceeded to ask him, and he said with a passion
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I could never watch a soul die, for shoot a man that be too fly
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(But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi
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When the sun's shy gotta keep one eye, nigga I been shot at and stole on
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No protection from one time, only caught for my prime
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So I asked the Father what I did so wrong?
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Cause shit it's been hard for me besides chief
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and the smell of sweet news when the beef brew
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Motherfuckers steady ballin but steady fallin
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right in detours, bout to hit my feet soon
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So I just presume, deep into the rhymes of a rapper
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Prepare my mind for the capture
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Thinkin Ginuwine like the bachelor
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But why these niggaz wanna make us into crime with the rapture?
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Ego for dispersin us, don't even hurt the clutch
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Cause he's coldblooded and merciless
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Steady bustin shots at both of us, was the strap close to us
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Then for survival we both to bust
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But Renaults get to roast to crush, cause he steady gettin closer
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Paranoid like a crackfiend when the gat seen
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scream when the bullet hit me in the shoulder
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Don't wanna die til I get older
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Try to visualize the beholder, he's inconceivable
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so now my sight is gettin dark a lot
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Best to step off in this parking lot where them dogs bark a lot
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And try to wait until his ma get hot
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I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin
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You never know when it's your time to leave
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Smokin weed to keep my mind at ease, let's go back to the car
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but wait, I can't find the keys
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Plus we didn't chill long enough, the footsteps are comin close
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Is it one of them unholy men?
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With a strap ready to boldly sin
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Mama told me it was comin, but I wish she woulda told me when
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Is this the end?
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Chorus 2X
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(Chorus Two fades out at the end)
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Is This The End?
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| puff daddy |
