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Double R
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#91,203 today
Peak #634
#56,090 in subgenre
Peak #310
Author
ArMatic
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Breathe Eazy Ent
Uploaded
January 02, 2008
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:20
Lyrics
[ I wrote it how i said it so dont expect the spelling to be perfect ]
whys it gotta be like this man
people standin on the top but they never understand,
i be standin on my block, wit my smoke at hand,
and i smoke away stress, while i make some plans,
get crunk at a jam,and then throwin up,
or maybe if i aint invited, just showin up,
this my situation,
hip hop be my home,but i think its time for
renovation//
its my place, open up the gates//
no it aint my birthday, but im bout my cake,
and i, blow smoke like i blow out candles
and God never gave me a problem i couldnt handle,
and i thank you, for shedding me light,
dont follow that shine just because its bright//
cant sleep and i hate those nights,
whenver im stuck thinkin bout u, i just replay fights//
[Break]
dont think bout the times you had,
cuz pictures that u keep, only show the happy times u
had,
it'll never show whats happenin behind the scenes,
if this a movie this is the deleted scene
look, i cant lie, i was wit u for the long run
if theres a problem u know i wudnt ever run,
i saw my own blood,she made my heart bleed,
ur suppose to hold tight, ya not spose to squeeze,
and this the truth today//
hold somethin to tight,gauranteed ittle slip away//
and ay, i speak real cuz thats all i got//
some of my homies talk shit, but they still my dawgs//
i aint never been a gangsta,
i call hip hop my last life line, thats my final
answer,
i dont sit i stand up//
cuz whenever i hear the truth its like a national
anthem,//
[Break]
if you got somebody good, ya suppose to hold on to em,
follow em, go right, or go wrong wit em,
whats wrong witem, u go on witem,
and realize that u aint the right one forem,
dont be quick to give ya heart up//
its so eazy to give away the key before u start up,
i was foolish, i was so stupid,
just another victim, shot by cupid//
i learned you should never trust a girl//
they like pullotion, they just messin up ya world//
thats why u find a woman, one that aint silent//
one that dont talk too much, and aint childish//
im growin up,and im gettin old enough//
right hand means truth, so i hold it up//
speak up, if u got somethin to say//
cuz ludacris said, tommorow aint promised today//
[BREAK]
if i say u my flip, that mean you my homie//
if i say ima flip, yall need to control me//
and everybody dip when the problems rollin//
but come back when bejiman face is swollen//
we all use eachother to a certain extent//
till we dont get wat we want then we leave at that//
some people real stuck up//
and dont realize they talkin so much till u makem shut
the fuck up//
i hate to bring this up,but i know that dude//
my homies all told me all the dirt bout u//
i know u thinkin slick, like i aint heard bout u//
i got eyes all around, i can see what u do//
real talk, ever since i got me a whip//
a few people i aint tight wit is on my dick//
your a joke, thats why around u i act mad funny//
dont talk, just give me my gas money//
and everybody wanna be a star//
till u look up in the sky and see how many there are//
dont say u my friend, and give me a call//
only when u got yaself some problems to solve//
when i needed that, u wan even there for me//
i still cared when u people didnt care for me//
and why u wanna talk when the lights on me//
u wouldnt even chill till the ice on me//
its cold out but my heart is colder//
i shud have told u how i felt when i was sober//
if u think this song directed to you//
why the hell would i make another record for u..REAL
TALK//
