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3 days till death
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just a track i did on the struggle and some of the hard shyt we go thru..
its jut me, what you want me to say?
aight look, i wouldn't be here if it wasnt for my bro deadly panther aka warpath, along wit him, bad boy expose, krim, b.c, and the rest who have helped me during the past.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #5,531
Peak in subgenre #822
Author
Micsachek
Rights
Royalty Records
Uploaded
April 07, 2003
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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these kids running shot, at future becoming cops,chains and locks, the same shyt that made this kids brain rot, exchange rocks and to his friends the hate drops and in the final 3 days his fame will stop/ selfish, misused abuse fortunes helpless to renew each portion as he melts it with a flame and torches, the pain remorses as he walk his final lane of his coarses, he wont stop no matter how bad the game force him/ we all stand living another day as a new stranger atteps to portray lets for say he tried to set up a porch raid and had everyone on the floor sprayed, we let the lord pray for eack soul for three more days/ we live to die but cant estimate the kids and wives so we investigate hope to lift some sighs but only thing that happen was the bullet hit this guy only thing we hope is he dont die screams and crys from the scene of the crime, no witness except the one in the seat of the ride, spleens subsides and the only lead to this murder will dream wit stride as the blood hit the street and dried/ its not our fault but we except it, needing medics as our emotions run hetic, forget it, our soul has already been infected, injected wit meds will only relieve it for seconds and then its back where you left it/ so you learn to cope but you only have three days, in three state, you commit three rape and claim it was a huge mistake/ you refuse to stay and now you only have 2 more days, running fromo place to place, you learn a little taste of hate, the case is slate but you kno its only time that cast your fate so the facts are straight, what do you do, you move at a faster pace/ you got a glock in ya hand ready to pop at this man when you lock into stance throwin bullets got peeps mockin a dance, running for cover hop in a van burning rubber, wheres the logic in the plan/ there isnt and now its the final day, your spine'll break from the liquid in the suicidal face, you look upon you land, cant speak for free, the whole 3 days you will sleep in peace....
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