Chorus Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It mustve been something you said I just died in your arms tonight (X3) Verse 1 Pop died, didnt cry, didnt know him that well Between him doin heroin and me doin crack sales Put that in an egg shell, standin at the tabaknaco Rather the church, pretendin to be hurt Wouldnt work, so a smirk was all on my face Like damn that mans face is just like my face So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through It wasnt all your fault hommie, you got caught And to this pen game, a fault That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so many others I saw Im just glad we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other Save a place in heaven to the next time we meet foreva-eva CHORUS (X3) Verse 2 (Feel my truth) music business hate me 'cause the industry aint make me Hustlers and boozers embrace me in the music I be makin I dumbed down from a audience to double my dollas They criticize me for all yet they all yell holla The skillz hold truth be told I probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanted to rhyme like common sense (but I did 5 mil) I aint been rhymin like common since When you sense got that much in common And youve been hustlin since Your in ception for what perception, go with what makes sense Since I know what Im up against We as rappers must decide whats most Important And I cant help the poor if Im one of them So I got rich and gave back, to me thats the win win So next time you see the hommie and his rims spin Just know that my mind is working just like them CHORUS (X2) Bridge Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah hahaha I keep looking for something I cant get Broken hearts are all around me And I dont see an easy way to get out of this (turn the music up turn the lights down Im in my zone) Verse 3 (Feel my truth) Speakers on the tears when no tears should fall 'cause he was on the block when those squares get off See in my inner circle all we do is ball Till we all got triangles on our wall He is just rappin for the platinum yall record I recall 'cause Ive really been there before Four scores and 7 years ago the papers flow, paper war I should fear no man, you dont hear me though These words aint just here to go In the one ear, out the other ear, No My balls and my words is alls I have Whatcha gonna do to me Nigga, scars or scab Whatcha gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your jab Three shots couldnt touch me, thank god for that Im strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back And the whole B.K. nigga holla back CHORUS (X4) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com