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Genre
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Peak #2,623
Peak in subgenre #239
Author
Chris - Lyrics
Uploaded
July 08, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I remember back in GRADE SCHOOL I said id never HATE YOU
We used to sit and talk about teacher that RATE YOU
Now it’s like a BREAKTHROUGH I can’t even TAKE YOU
I don’t look at you the same I won’t even FACE YOU
I don’t RELATE TO anyone who has to steal OTHERS GIRLS
It’s funny how BROTHER HURL same shit at each other till the other CURLS
And the world TWISTS and TURLS you can MISS this GIRL
But you won’t get her back he’s KISSED and had sex WIT THIS CHICK
So you can WITNESS THIS pissed motherfucker loadin up HIS TIPS
To go exploding SIX MORE CLIPS in his friends and CHICKS LIPS
SICKENED with SIX CRIPS, SPITTIN with SICK SPITS
Takin aim on this hoe CLICKIN with SIX CLIPS
RIPPIN this WEAK BITCH into ILLETERATE LEAKIN BITS
Our relationship is over so go find a DEGINERATE GEEK BITCH
I can’t believe you ACTIN ALL DOWN and turn your BACK TO ME NOW
Fade to BLACK IF YOU PROUD cause I’m gonna GET YOU BACK
If you see SHOOT BACK cause the futures a bitch if you could SEE TO THAT
You’ll AGREE TO FACTS cause with a gun to your head your BRAINS GO SPLAT
SUSTAIN the MAP, and you can EXPLAIN your GAT
You used to be my boy till I SPOTED YOUR BACK
Now I’ve PLOTTED ATTACKS and you STARTED THIS CRAP
How you gonna act like we SO COOL, man I KNOW YOU
You gonna play it till the day I SHOW YOU, that I KNOW TOO
You’ll finally break cause of the weight that HOLDS YOU
And HAUNTS YOU and I hope you can’t sleep WITH THAT SHIT
Cause THAT’S WHAT PALS GET when they give you everything
And find out YOU POUND IT, did even fuckin think before you HIT IT
Man FORGET IT, I don’t GET IT, so WICKED that actually it SICKENS
And STRAINS, while you GETTING same BRAIN, I’m puking in your toilet
Talk about an EVEN CHANGE, ill leave you GREAVIN PLAN
Show up at the funeral and spit where they PLACE the body
God gave GRACE to SHOTYS, so ERASE our COPPING of
Brand new CDs as soon as they HIT THE STREET
Boy we never MISSED A BEAT, now you BENEATH MY FEET
And I SPEAK proudly cause I won’t even GREAVE, you don’t even LEAVE
You’re still haunting my mind like seriously GIVE ME SOME PEACE
On the gravestone it says STEALIN MOTHERFUCKER; you can DEAL SOME OTHER SUCKERS
While they GRILLIN UP EACHOTHER, cause they aint really down
Like me and my SO CALLED BROTHER, kiss my ass bitch I wanna HEAR THE PUCKER
I hope they dug you more then 6 FEET UNDERGROUND, so YOULL NEVER BE FOUND
They’ll dig up the bones that weigh ABOUT A POUND, PLACE EM ON THE GROUND
CHASE THEM BITCHES DOWN, but my records clean like I just finished OUTTA BROWN
So you can put an APB out but my remorse is NEVER FOUND
