[Hook]
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I tried to commit suicide
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I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
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Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
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Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
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I know she wonder's where her father's at [X2]
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I Tried to Commit......
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[Verse 1]
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Suicide I had alot on my mind
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I couldn't figure nothin' out
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And my momma just died it's just like
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Damn everything was blowin' up in my mind
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I couldn't determine what was wrong or right
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I'm goin Madesicc (foe life)
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I ain't the type to bitch, whine or moan
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But now I'm in a werid place and I'm really missin' home
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Naw metaphorically I'm really missin' home
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I couldn't explain how much I'm really missin' home (I ain't gone)
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I'm on some shit that'o get you locced up
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Put in the trunk nigga let's life shits fucced up
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I remember when I use to sit at home all alone in my room thinkin'
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I'm hungry for food my momma screamin' in the front room
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Drivin' me crazy I feel like jumpin' out the window
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I'm itchin' like scabies cuz my minds tryin' to play me
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And nobody cares, I might as well take this nine mili and die right here
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[Hook]
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I tried to commit suicide
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I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
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Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
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Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
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I know she wonder's where her father's at [X2]
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I tried to commit....
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[Verse 2]
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Life keep a gun
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I'm always on the watch-out
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Niggaz think I'm dumb
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'Til I pull that glocc out
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Leave a nigga numb
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Somebody bring the cops out
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Cuz his work day is done
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Yeah, he had to clocc out
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Yeah, I could be the blocc out
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Niggaz really don't want that
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Send'em on the plane wit that thang in his dark blacc
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Plastic and as if I asked it, it came out
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Couldn't trust a nigga so I mantain the same route
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Why should I trust a nigga they think wit they penis
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Then they wonder why there's friction between us
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I'm tryin' to get to Venus suck and duck you mothafuckas
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I could just of leave it and treat it like another supper
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I could just eat it take it how it comes
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When it's all said and done we ain't got to wait for reruns
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I can't even see cuz in the rear view mirror
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Hey, let me just get to this nine
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[Hook]
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I tried to commit suicide
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I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
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Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
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Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
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I know she wonder's where her father's at [X2]
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I tried to commit....
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[Verse 3]
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Hey my life been so fucc'd up
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It's all on a bitch
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Ever since i was 13 I wanted to be rich
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Tried sellin' dope (Naw that didn't work out)
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I was juccin' in the creek
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I couldn't get my work-out
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Too many niggaz was juccin' that brought the cops out
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Yeah I went bacc to the Gardens and mom kept me locc'd out
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Livin' in the regal think' sumthin' illegal
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We know how it is when you workin' wit them eagles
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Dope money pay for my EP
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Tower Records put it out on ca-sign
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And I had a sample of Knee Deep
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Those days were good days these days are no good
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Niggaz think I got a million probalby cuz I probably should
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Sittin in this thigh-ass studio 'bout to change it
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Reverse and rearrange it now I'm wit Strange bitch
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This better work-out I'm tired of the same shit
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So I put it in my mouth yeah, I'm goin' out
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[Hook]
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I tried to commit suicide
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I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
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Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
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Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
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I know she wonder's where her father's at [X2]
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I tried to commit....
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I Tried To Commit Suicide
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| Brotha Lynch Hung |
