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I wish things ain't have to go like that I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that Everyday I stray away from an extra worry That's just another reason I should stress this story I stay on it, eyes open cause death strong I'm like a mixture of Steve Urkle and Stephon I press cons but use my brain as a weapon But sometimes that shit be impossible Cross the street and they stopping you, what's yo name nigga ? I hittem to show em I'm loc, not a gang member Remain bitter in sleep hit my mans Ova East Need a strand of the leaf I just handled some beef He tell me say less just wait for the text And if the dude be actin' senile Grams in ya room like the fan blew the weed round It's after 3 now, got back from a pub brawlin' Is what he texted me, then he snapped and started calling Yo Ima little bit belligerent, but something bout that incident Is not merely coincidence, my little cuzzin nicholas got frickin' whipped and played like : "Yo a punk yo" Don't know if it was you but we can see over this blunt woe I wish things ain't have to go like that I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that Everyday I stray away from an extra worry SongtexteThat's just another reason I should stress this story I wish things ain't have to go like that I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that Everyday I stray away from an extra worry That's just another reason I should stress this story I try to stay calm, I know dude a know murder But I ain't get in shit wait the nigga that pressed me earlier Fuck, to gave that fibber a snuff, but bitch I'm draggin' my nuts Ain't turning down on no blunt, I get a pass for the bus So I can go over the East Side and get shit poppin' Like we cookin' up some deep fry Peep guys foxing steady, watching as I get off the stop And seen the nigga I was fighting and his mans up the block Cablam is a pop, it grazed me in my lung tho Ain't know what I was packing till they heard the freakin' drum roll Running round, waving one, looking like Mutumbo Got two bullets in me only got one, soul ready grimey I blacked out, tryna kill em up in record timing Seen the plug and the dude I fought and I recognized em Keep it professional , I hit em with the nice glare And aired they ass out right here, yea I wish things ain't have to go like that I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that Everyday I stray away from an extra worry That's just another reason I should stress this story I wish things ain't have to go like that I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that Everyday I stray away from an extra worry That's just another reason I should stress this story Aus Songtexte Mania