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Reporting from the corner crevices Where work for the coroner's effortless He snitch, he a tattletale Black ink put his name on his little brother's arm, every tat a tale I had a MAC, he had a gat as well He was sellin' crack so from the back I blew his back on the back of his cell Circle back, put it back on the shelf Bring somethin' bigger back that look like the back of an elf He was hostile in his feelings Gun in his mouth, the Nas all in his feeling TBM, my gang gon' ride when they see you Shot a bang over your eye just like Aaliyah 38, I need a breather Still clean the lip on the rim with a breather I know where his mom stay, he gon' grieve her In the trees is where I leave her Ayy yo, you niggas rap about pistols and work When really you broke and your pistol don't work How you talk about lockin' down strips on the first? When, nigga, you watch the kids when your bitch go to work? I spent a grip on a purse, see my bitch know her worth All she do is clean up, suck dick, go to church 'Fore I bust open a brick, I stare at it first And just think how the meek shall inherit the earth Play with me, you'll be buried somewhere under earth SongtexteYour grave ain't dug yet, they preparing the dirt My man, he sold coke while his parents would work His pops heard through the grapevine like Gerald Levert I done shipped buckets of kush, barrels of purp To addresses all across America's turf You know Erica, but you don't know Erica's worth She got pulled with the motherload and ain't dare let 'em search See you gotta be very alert When you're carryin' another person's load like a surrogate birth You can sit down with me, preparin' the work At the table with two spoons like we sharin' desert, trust Aus Songtexte Mania