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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #342
Peak in subgenre #60
Author
Linc
Rights
Emcee Linc
Uploaded
February 06, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:52
Story behind the song
I don't really wanna talk about it, jus listen
Lyrics
In The Dust...
Ayo...I Done Lost Too Many People...
Well There Was This One Dude Bacon, The Tightest I Thought/
One Of The Dopest Muh Fucka's A Big Ryda Fo The Block//
I Remember Kickin It Wit Him Used Ta Cypher On Spot/
Then He Took His Life Like His Life Was On Rocks//
Then My Boi Cre, He Was Only Bout A Teen/
Got Hit By A Semi He Was Always Bouts The Green//
We On The Scene That Foo Said That He Wanted Ta Race/
Loved The Taste Of Fast Change N The Way His Heart Pace//
My Heart Changed Once I Got A Hold Of The News/
Lived A Life Of Emotional Struggle Hittin The Blues//
Crews Wantin Me To Ride Wit No Jokin Aside/
Chokin For A Second Then I Decided To Change My Mind//
We Cryin Tears Poorin Liquor Cuz We Missin Ya Quicker/
Used To Know Linc As A Real Good Spitta//
Now I'm Kickin Rust Yes I Remain In The Dust/
My Mind Ain't Made Up On Who I Finna Trust//
Tonight We Poor Liquor Cuz We Know Thatchu Gone/
In The Dust Is How We See It Cuz We Know It's So Wrong//
Ya Boi Is Doin Fine But He Still Remains In The Hood/
Young Foreva, Atleast That's What I've Undastood//
But My Minds Been Cloudy There's Som'in I Can't Phatom/
Why Are We Livin Ta Die Why Does This Shit Really Matter?//
If I Were To Die Tomorrow By Puttin The Gun To My Head/
You Tellin Me My Pops Would Have To Hear Is Sons Wit The Dead?//
And Then What Would Happen, Wit Me Outta The Game/
Guess Cats In The Streets Would Have To Go To The Insaine//
But I Remain Standin, Still Missin My Homies/
Representin Them Cats That Atleast Used Ta Know Me//
They Watchin Me Now, I Know They Up In The Clouds/
Not To Go Jesus On You But I Pray To Be Allowed//
To Them Gates But I Hate To Say Somethin In That Way/
Seems The Rap Games Got Enough Cats In A Bad Way//
So My Life's Changin, Turnin, Or Maybe I'm Learnin/
Life Doesn't Have Rules, Standards, Kinda Concerned-Man//
But If I Keep My Head Up I Know My Homies Won't Be Back/
If Only The World Had My Eyes, So They Could See-That//
Tonight We Poor Liquor Cuz We Know Thatchu Gone/
In The Dust Is How We See It Cuz We Know It's So Wrong//
Ya Boi Is Doin Fine But He Still Remains In The Hood/
Young Foreva, Atleast That's What I've Undastood//
My Grandma, My Grandpa, A Couple Family Memba's/
All Them Cold Nights Where We Chilled On That Cold Decemba//
Christmas Was The Shit, Now Christmas Is A Bitch/
Sittin Back Rememberin I Jus Gotta Reminisce//
But Now They Dead Somethin That Is Miserable Wrote/
Wait For Me To Be Chalked Out In That Pistol Smoke//
I'd Love To Stick Around But I'mma Be Goin In A Bad-Way/
Hope To See You At My Funeral Stuck Witta Sad-Face//
But Don't Be Sad (No!) Infact I Wantchu To Be Glad/
Pack Up Every thing I've Had And Give It Ta Dad//
My Homies Thugged Out Prolly Want Me Cappin On Someone/
When Infact I'd Rather Rap And Be Attackin Wit Some Chums//
I Lost Too Many People So Jus Put Me Wit The Body Count/
By The Time You Find Me, My Body Will Be Rotting Now//
So Fuck The Fame, Fuck The Same, I'm Doin This Proudly/
This Is Linc To The End, One Up, Cuz I'm Outtie//
