feat. Aaron Hall
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[Chorus: Aaron Hall]
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God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin
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For you, please help me
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On the journey, please
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[Fredro Starr]
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When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di
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Blastin Ready to Die late night pushin a five
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Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five
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Let the will go, like "fuck it" closin my eyes
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Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
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Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden
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So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
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Cuz see now ya face flash on the MTV
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Front page of the paper, front of The Source
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Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse
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Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms
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Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs
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When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse
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Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
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Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats
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Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath
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Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed
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The second chance of life, got me feelin I'm Lord blessed
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I'm God sent, here to talk to the children
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Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling
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Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
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Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day
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[Chorus]
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(I don't wanna die) God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin
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For you, (I don't wanna die) please help me
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On the journey, please
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[Fredro Starr]
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What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time
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I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89
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And I still got the demos, before we got signed
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Every rhyme I write, you be in the back of my mind
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Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit when gold
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Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be
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Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow
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Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over
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Freaky Tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly
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You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye
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Shit yo Eazy, what up dog, I know we never met
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Used to bang Niggaz With Attitude, cleanin the tech
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Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
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Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
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My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
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I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
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Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
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What up Banky, who thought you would of made it here first
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Big and Pac rollin dice like they never had beef
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Big Stretch, side bettin, standin next to Trouble T
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Thought I never met Kadafi, what up God, peace
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By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
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It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott LaRock
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Dyin 4 Rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die
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I Don't Wanna... - Featuring Aaron Hall
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| Fredro Starr |
