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Chicago rapid fire twistin flow
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,513
Peak in subgenre #1,325
Author
StraieThaMynority
Rights
2007
Uploaded
August 12, 2007
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MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 5:16
Lyrics
From Tha cradle 2 tha grave-coke,weed,and Tanqueray,was tha only thing that could take my pain away-even if it was only for a day--it did tha trick,let me get another shot,another smoke,another sniff,to help me wit all this bullshit that I'm dealin with--heal me bitch--c'mon U tha only 1 that I got in my corner,until tha day I die and somebody calls tha cororner-and when I die ,I hope I die in tha CHI and not up in Florida-but right now I'm still alive so let me get a little bit more of ya-I'm using ya,sellin ya, whorin ya-make that money,so I could get more drugs that love me-rum for my tummy,weed for tha lungs,and coke for tha numby--I know that I'm doin dummy shit but c'mon son of a bitch-I need to numb this shit-gimmie a blunt ta split and shut your muthafuckin lips-and sprinkle it wit some cocaine or much needed sherm-I like to roll it nice and tight so it got a real nice even burn-I never be even seemin ta learn,that demons be schemin around every turn--but what can I say-tha demons I breath in be seemin to be takin my pain away. (hook)
verse 2
whenever I'm sad and I find my life bad ,I find tha time to buy a dime bag--even if it only helps makin tha time past--it's worth it--until I notice my life past,and damn that shit be hurtin--and even though for tha time it makes me blind to tha pain I'm facin-when it leaves it flees -takin all my motivation-makin it hard for me to keep pacin,through these walls I need to keep breakin -I cant help when faced wit temptation-I just need 1 more taste then-ta help ease away these aches and pains --damn--even if I stop now,I could never be tha same man-that I was back then,so fuck it then-I got some more money to spend-so let me get a bottle of Hen--I'm sick of gettin fucked wit by detectives,tha government neglets us-and then they expect us ta know what respect is-c'mon dawg-U need 2 check this-your guess is as good as my guess is-what tha next best move is-well I dont know what u gon do-but Im gonna buy some shit to help get me through this. (hook)
verse 3
Im a thug that got convicted-and known for liquer sippin-but I had an addiction and I just knew that I had 2 kick it-but that shit be hella wicked-it be hard 2 kick it-every time I see it, I want 2 sniff it-but I know I cant fuck wit it--and fuck all tha bullshit man--cuz drinkin aint know better-even though when I was a kid it kept me warm in tha coldest weather-broke and homeless.didnt know better-cold as fuck and I had no sweater-it was time to put my best foot forward-and I started gaining momentum--drugs wasnt tha answer-they just added 2 tha problem-makin it harder for me ta try 2 solve em-while tha world continued revolving-I was stuck wit my brain embalming--surrounded by evil and evil ass people-and doing every drug up under tha sun-except for tha ones shot up through needles--so needless to say -I needed to get up out of this game-and I needed to pray-then I felt tha Lord say--If you believe in me then drop down to your knees and pray-and I will take your pain away--I will take your pain away
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