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Lyrics:
[Verse 1] Yeah yo I walk through the valley of death/ Vest on, Teflon none approached in my Reebok sweats/ Black chrome my shoulder, big wheel 'till it's over/ He never got to see me put black chrome on the Rova/ Reading your obituary wishing we never met/ So I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up in cold sweats/ Lookin' at this bottle of Hennessy wishing you never left/ Wishing I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest/ Or better yet I wish they never let you out/ Now never got that phone call tellin' me that you out/ Wish you never signed the release form/ I woudn't have had to clear this sample or use this track to say rest in peace for/
[Verse 2] Nigga's politicin' wanna know why I'm rhymin' different/ My best friend got murdered, homie my mind is different/ If you ain't never spent no time in prison/ You can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin'/ Nigga's rallin' me up let's go find a victim/ I can't do it homie that's the reason Shyne in prison/ And through devine intervention ten plus years doing crime in the trenches/ Multiply by the time we spent in the kitchen/ And that's a life worth of hard livin', Cuban cigar tippin'/ Twelve grey ditichin' purple serve by the jar sippin'/ If you lost a homie you know friendship is God given/ I've done seen the church so much you'd think I was born Christian/ I've done seen more dead bodies than a mortician/ Seen nigga's in and out of county blues like they was born cripin'/ So I'ma keep on livin' cause when I'm gone nigga's ain't gonna do shit/ But fuck my bitch and poor liquor, this one for my nigga's/
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