![]() It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?Īnd right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flippedĬause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittinĬaught him with his mouth runnin ain't this a bitch Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat ![]() Hehehe, these are my words to my first born.Ĭan you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow
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