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B.G. F/ Keisha Miscellaneous So Much Death Verse 1 Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout the game Let me know always let em hang be bout my change Never thought that come closee to home I was wrong Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong Him and my momma went through they little stages Always fight threw em out and made him walk the streets But it was alright Cause I knew he would be back tommorrow with the sorrow She would take the frown away let him stay All he wanted me to do was to be cool stay in school But the dude that I hanged with rearranged the whole attitude When he died I start hustlin' to get paid I did the opposite I know you turnin' in your grave When I pray I know you hear me at night It ain't right but I ain't white And all I got is the street life I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise me this way Don't be mad we'll talk about when I come one day Untill we meet I'll keep your name on the streets >From son to dad I love you rest in peace Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace Verse 2 I never understood life and how I got here I just live and try to learn till it's my time to disappear And see really where my homies at on the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really a heaven for a true G' If it is I know Sterling made it, Pimp made it, My daddy made it, they was real but got player hated Pimp your gone but your spirit ain't my nigga You remembered as a legend couldn't nobody out rock it You made that style that these rookies tryin' to imitate They fake as fake I'm here to put them in they place The one only pimp one gone stop tryin' to be him And I got a glock with seventeen for that dog pimp Ester did Hec cause she took Kin I'm took her When you get that he gone stomp you And when I get there we gone jump you Otis from the thirteenth bit the dust It's a must we strap up and retaliate in a rush Bust flush that beef like shit Spend that bin just hit and hit till start the click Sterling lived a soldier died a soldier Had respect for knockin' heads clean off the shoulder >From the magnolia All the players from that U.P.T. 1,2,3 that truth to the game rest in peace Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace Verse 3 Pay attention to this song Once your gone your gone It ain't no comin' back once your home your home Every day I hit the door my momma preachin' to me Doogie stop runin' the streets son do it for me She know I'm bout money strictly about ballin' The life your livin' I hope your daddy ain't callin' That things I go throught I think restin' is best I'm chillin' while I'm in flesh but I'll be happy when I rest I got people to see, people to meet, people to greet Just peep what the other world got for me Is it joy like they see or nothing at all I'm ball till I fall with my back against the wall Chillin' on the block till the man come get me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace |
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