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C-Bo - Dedication - Blocc Movement - [Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo]
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Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung
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C-Bo
C-Bo
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Shawn Thomas
Shawn Thomas
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Kevin Danell Mann
Kevin Danell Mann
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Lyrics

Dish tongue my dogs rest in peace
Young Dice, Cue Ball, all the homies
All my **** locked up in the state penitentiary
From Mill Creek the avenue to Hatchupy
Hot desert to new folks
With my eyes open I tried to focus I see my mother
Squeezing my hand teary eyed behind her, I see my brothers
And I wonder how quick the gang goes take me yonder
I felt the bunny strike me in the back then I heard the thunder
Now I'm thinking is it too late for me to make a change?
I knew this war was for the snake Lord but
That's just a part of the game
A young thug that always screamed, I ain't afraid of rain
I would just fight it out with God if I had no one to blame
From all the dirt I did snatch a purse to pay the rent
I knew it would all catch up to me man, I hope I'm heaven sent
I used to be the main one screaming, ****, I'm prepared to die
And when it came down to me laying on the dead bed, I was scared to die
No evidence on the killer would find a bird inside my dresser
And even if I don't die here, I done tracy a hot desert
I can't win for losing to me, the whole game's a snake
Never thought about killing myself but I refuse to die from a snake huh, ****
Have you ever been sitting in your car, ****
Rolling up a blunt and a **** just step up to your window
And give you a whole clip? Nah
You ain't never had that, huh?
You ain't never experienced that, huh? Shit
Have you ever been walking through the park
With you and your kids, your family
And a **** come out of the bushes, ****
And give you and your family a whole clip?
Nah, you ain't never spent that, huh?
I remember when I had it made 13 for a whole bird
Catch me coming down the street clowning to my convertible fold percy
Be all on the curve trying to holler at me a Showdy
With my right hand, **** do dub on the side of me sipping up on the 40
Me and my **** had it made, we used to even fuck the same bitches
We used to spend weeks and months on the corner
Trying to maintain our riches
Remember, we used to cut and go to other schools
And I slay them **** and lyrics
Had the whole school late for class 'cause they all wanted to stay here
I wanna thank you, my ****, 'cause every time I met war, you was on my side
Remember that time when you almost died, ****
And I saved your life? Yeah, my dog, that ain't shit, ****
I do that a thousand times
Remember back when we was kids, **** and I had like a thousand rhymes
I ain't forgot we unloaded the desert eagle, ****, to save my brothers
The other **** started the war
Then they snitched when they ass got smothered
To my **** sitting in the cell doing 30 fold
With a L they can't separate us by jail we all stuck in the same hell, I love you, dog
Man, life, what's life? You live, then you die
That's what we here for since I'm black with a record
Can I defend myself when someone tries to kill me?
These laws is a motherfucker, dog
I know **** got life done did it three times and he still locked up to life
What's up with that Jupy Wilson shit, man?
Wilson the motherfucker, three strikes, you out
Two strikes in a foul ball, you out, can't get around it, dog
Damn, will my **** ever get out?
I'm in my room thinking, what can I do to make ends meet?
Get on the phone, have my whole crew meet me at the end of my street
I ain't with having no weed to smoke no drink and being broke
****, we got to hit a bank locan, that's real no joke
Take me over to the mother project so I can still be a regal
Then we gonna roll over the big poop house so I can pick up these desert eagles
Y'all fool's ready for this ****, it's on the cracking at noon
We'll get in to get out quick with all the money that we can consume
We hit him right, we hit him hard, **** and I got addicted
Man, this shit like a monkey on my back and I can't kick it
So I'm Robin, face left and right everything was going good
'Til I hooked up with this one **** from the other side of the hood
He was a hothead, he come in the bank shooting guards and shit
When we got out the bank and spent the money to mother ****
He would robin shit when the feds came sniffing around
That's when I knew he was a bitch
When the feds hit my house and laid me on the ground
That's when I knew he was a snitch
How many **** can you really, really trust?
I don't trust none of them, can you go to war
When your **** ain't prepared to die?
**** scared to die, how can you be in the game
If you scared to get cracked ****?
Y'all **** are doing crimes and y'all not ready to do the time
What y'all **** really need to do?
They focus on your books if you ain't ready to bite the hook
So west coast mafia, ha, ha
Wanna give it out to my **** dude Dubai
You know what I'm saying with love
Jamaica figures, my brother Young Meek, Lil Boo
The **** T-Low, Paul, **** Mouse
Young Huckabuck, insane management
T-Paw, y'all, **** ain't no and we are
Written by: Kevin Danell Mann, Shawn Thomas
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