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[Gift of Gab]
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A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
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I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
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let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
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when my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
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I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
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I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
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I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
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and caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You're dismissed"
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Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
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I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
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Why go job hunting today?
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When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
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and feel my problems shrink away
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And by now, the rent's due in two weeks
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But inside my mind that's just another problem brew can delete
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I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
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and said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don't live here no more"
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And now I'm ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out
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I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
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though I knew he had doubts
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And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with
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I'm so confused I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
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So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
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Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path of nowhere
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So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
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a forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..
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A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
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I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway
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seems like everytime I start I don't know when it's time to say when
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Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
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Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
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At a party with some brothers I don't know I'm chillin in some E&J
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With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down
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and plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
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I can't remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
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My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway
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next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
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Start talkin out my ass I can't see straight but yet I quote
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and I don't know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
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that I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to show me
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what they got not thinkin straight I don't know why I posed the challenge
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Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
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Some shit was said I know I can't erase and now shit ain't the same
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I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
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I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend
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and loose them to booze in my system just ain't how I'm livin
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Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
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And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
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And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that
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Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
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And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
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A forty ounce for.. nah
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A forty ounce for.. fuck!!
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Just one more forty just one more I'll make this last day
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A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day
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40oz. For Breakfast
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| Blackalicious |
