i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
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right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
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the time ain't not fit the crime
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but suicide's not the key
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reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
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somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
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lay ya head on me
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i'll be right there where you neeeeed
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sometimes i feel stressed out but (they ain?) drinkin quarts
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keep mah chest out
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many ways of the world keep me swirled on what's the best route
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maybe i died young and cookin provide none
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plenty hustle for fake not to own an ride, dumb
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the world is all game do small thangs get small change
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lace up ya shoes make moves an let ya balls hang
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too many sit back an say how did he git that
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the first to have they hand out but last to have they shit crack
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without a warnin, you could die tonight an be widout a mournin
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the sun don't shine all the time nigga widout a stormin
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smokin to maintain tryin to come up off knot
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a damn thang, its a damn shame its fun to get done in this damn game
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so i cry on to get my high on
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and the prize but i got my eye on do for self what i rely on shows
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i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
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right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
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the time ain't not fit the crime
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but suicide's not the key
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reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
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stop the pain, please lord, try ta stop the pain
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police out to get us
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no way they could stop the game
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got capone, talk to em on prom night
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said he need some herb, tell em stay calm right
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i feelin side effects his olda brotha engaged
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the cell jail tells sorry for not sendin no mail ale
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van gogh wus up wit ja boy fos up
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hit 9 times ima rhyme fo miss blatant crimes
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yall know what yall be doin
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play the role of a g
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word out ta git ya
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a century no history
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the penitentiary not meant for me so i can't go
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not meant for you you chose to go but times move slow
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don't ever see me it's gettin older, behold the
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sorrow tomorrow i got a shoulda
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man so what you think they in thurr an we out hurr is gravy
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you crazy
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the population reslavery
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did i forget to rhyme i didn't try to
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my partner (cuffs me?) down to die too an ride through
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let ya time pass then i will go home
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i might be open but i hope i ain't goin capone
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i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
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right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
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the time ain't not fit the crime
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but suicide's not the key
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reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
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somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
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lay ya head on me
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i'll be right there where you neeeeed
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somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
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lay ya head on me
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i'll be right there where you neeeeed
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i'm right here in yo face wid a lendin hand
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prison brings the bitch out the toughest man
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but you try not to show it, claimin you claustrophobic
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convicted can't kick it an when the lights cut off you know it
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and gang bangas gettin played out some niggas can't let go
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an sit up in they cell laid out
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yo life's a constant lesson and everything you wanna do you gotta ask permission
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hated to where you livin ima drink it (all for dark?) down to the suds
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i got green leaves for (thick stuff?) when i roll up buds
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an get fucked up
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for (brad code jack?) an others all of em black brothers
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hold ya head mothafuckas
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my dream is to rap and show you that i care
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this song might bring you to tears but life ain't fair
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just be on God's side, an pray to our law
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to forgive you for your wrong doins before you die
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oh why, tell me why, gotta be like this
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judges holdin grudges fuck that shit
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be kins instead of seekin for revenge
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police ain't no beast til yo ass die in
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cryin through hell less mah cell get locked
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we in jail so this muthafucka gon get rocked
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for rock is there a heaven for a convicted felon
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ain't no muthafuckin tellin i wish i could ask my (cuz an friend jeff?)
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somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
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lay ya head on me
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i'll be right there where you neeeeed
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somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
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lay ya head on me
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i'll be right there where you neeeeed
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somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
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lay ya head on me
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| i'll be rig |
