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This is dedicated to someone very special to me That I lost. It's been four years and three months Homie, I miss that bitch, we used to go and get it Fine ass, red bones, straight gangsta wid it If a nigga was at her, she would be one of my ribs Knew where the satans' at, had the keys to the crib Rob a nigga slangin' thugs and drugs, workin' them profiles She used to keep me in them silk shoes and crocodiles Chillin' in my Jacuzzi tub me and my girl One day we started talkin' bout topplin' the world She said Dada, let's get outta the game Just image we make a positive change Nah, there's more to life together, growin' older She said ? lookin' ova our shoulder I think for a second, pause, she was right Live by the gun, you might die tonight But before our plans could ever manifest Somebody put a bullet in my bitch here with a Snippin' West She's the realest bitch, the realest bitch I knew Now I'm on the run, baby, and I am missing you All I got is memories, and that's just what it do You took a bullet girl, and now I am missing you Before you smoke my bitch, we had plans and shit SongtexteHit this last lick that would have made us hella rich Hmm, she knew this trick named Joey Connected to the Italian mob, strike low key Now get the info from this trick and get right back See that the pussy only good, he told us where the bricks at It's in the back of a storage, in a warehouse Popped the motherfucker for three hundred birds and dipped out I call my bitch and say meet me at the airport at seven a.m. Bags packed, fly to Japan, but I knew that something was wrong She didn't show at all, that's when I got the phone call Hello, we got yo fuckin' girl, moody, We bout to run a fuckin' train on her coochie Motherfucker, if you touch one hair, yo ass is through He shot my chick in the head and said we comin' for you She's the realest bitch, the realest bitch I knew Now I'm on the run, baby, and I am missing you All I got is memories, and that's just what it do You took a bullet girl, and now I am missing you Aus Songtexte Mania