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MO3
MO3
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Darius Ramsey
Darius Ramsey
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Melvin Noble
Melvin Noble
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SplurgeTheGod
SplurgeTheGod
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(This a collect call from an inmate) Yeah this 3 pick me up I'm on the way home Why? Lord why i i they wanna hate on me? I feel like I'm fallin' but I ain't though Imma shed blood for my whole family It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat why Shit What they mean like? Like I ain't doing shit, like I didn't get this shit out the mud I came from nothing Shit nigga gon' either understand that or get the fuck out the way Look my mama be like "Lil Melvin you can't worry 'bout what people say You know they talked about Jesus" But I ain't read in the Bible where Jesus was slangin' iron though I'm really out here like that Mo motherfuckin' 3 nigga, yeah My mama got me outta juvenile as a youngin' (as a youngin') Look kicked outta school snuck in with the tool Fuck it mama I'm thuggin' (for real) I never graduated I was somewhere hustlin' (somewhere hustlin') My teacher told my mama "Melvin he's been failing every fuckin' subject" Damn then I got jammed Locked in a cell with a digital cam (for real) Laws on the back of me These niggas mad at me Facing a hitter I wouldn't take 'em down (bow) Locked in a faculty This whole facility crawlin' wit niggas who didn't go to trial (nah) But still they got 50, my cellie got 20 (what?) He won't get to see that new kid he just had damn He ain't give me nothin' (nothin') She ain't give me nothin' (nada) That bitch ain't wanna fuck me (what?) Now I bet she wish she gave it up 'Cuz 3 got so much money they think owe 'em But they ain't gave me nothin' (what?) And any nigga don't like it Tell 'em stand up bet I take 'em under (yeah) Boy you must be sick I got 3 kids and plus 3 babymamas (for real) And all my kids gon' know they daddy stiff 'Cuz bitch I made a promise (yeah) When them choppas get to blowin' rounds They gon' come and chalk 'em And don't tell me what nobody said 'Cuz people just be talkin' yeah Why? Lord why i i they wanna hate on me I feel like I'm fallin' but I ain't though Imma shed blood for my whole family It's rainin' down and I don't got a raincoat (why i i i) Why? Why they wanna turn me to the murda man? (murda man) Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend? (my girlfriend) Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend? (yeah) Why they wanna be my friend? Why? It don't make no sense I gave you this I gave you that (that) But flip the script You ain't give me shit Didn't front no zips I didn't get no packs (nah) When it was beef you called on me Gave you them clips and all them straps (for real) Matter fact I take that back Bitch I slung iron tell 'em go ask 'em (yeah) And all this pain in my body I'm so numb, won't let 'em get to me (I won't) Hate the fact I'm livin' good In the city I made history 200 thousand 'round my neck My chains tangled up they clingling Fuck the opps bitch I been on They see me on they TV screen Why? Lord why i i they wanna hate on me I feel like I'm fallin' but I ain't though Imma shed blood for my whole family It's rainin' down and I don't got a raincoat (why i i i) Why? Why they wanna turn me to the murda man? (murda man) Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend? (my girlfriend) Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend? (yeah) Why they wanna be my friend? Why?
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Darius Jamal Ramsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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