It's a regular day and a regular routine Til I hear this tragic news from up out these fiends "Your man 50, just got popped nine times and I heard threw the great vine it's all cause his rhymes." In front of his grandmom standin' on the lawn wearin' no teflon, I wonder if he gone I know in my heart I wanna cry Having thoughts in my mind that my man gon' die As I frantically run towards 50's spot I panically peep like fifty cops It was blue and whites, DT's and homicide With yellow tape blocked off on both sides With four-fifth shells on the floor The DT's ringin' doorbells goin' door to door Yo I'm stressed out, smoking bogey after bogey Duck in the ??? cause the ??? (fucking) know me I jumped in G's truck and got a mac to spit And we did ??? ?? ??? At the time, I started to think back and (shit) How we used to sling crack and stack our chips Wit Kev, Pete Low, Big June and kid And my man 50 used to smack a (bitch) And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4 And them hoes that we had at the Cash Money tour Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreaming All I see is 5-5-1 and it's beefin Baby moms screamin' whole family grieving But the word is, that my mans still breathing I drop to my knees and I thank the Lord and got a long (shit)list all across the board Mother(fucker)
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("Mind Playin Tricks On Me '94" by Scarface beat)
It's a regular day and a regular routine Til I hear this tragic news from up out these fiends "Your man 50, just got popped nine times and I heard threw the great vine it's all cause his rhymes." In front of his grandmom standin' on the lawn wearin' no teflon, I wonder if he gone I know in my heart I wanna cry Having thoughts in my mind that my man gon' die As I frantically run towards 50's spot I panically peep like fifty cops It was blue and whites, DT's and homicide With yellow tape blocked off on both sides With four-fifth shells on the floor The DT's ringin' doorbells goin' door to door Yo I'm stressed out, smoking bogey after bogey Duck in the ??? cause the ??? (fucking) know me I jumped in G's truck and got a mac to spit And we did ??? ?? ??? At the time, I started to think back and (shit) How we used to sling crack and stack our chips Wit Kev, Pete Low, Big June and kid And my man 50 used to smack a (bitch) And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4 And them hoes that we had at the Cash Money tour Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreaming All I see is 5-5-1 and it's beefin Baby moms screamin' whole family grieving But the word is, that my mans still breathing I drop to my knees and I thank the Lord and got a long (shit)list all across the board Mother(fucker)
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