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Brotha Lynch Hung - Suicide Note lyrics
Hey, Yeah Come here, Wussup Let me tell you something, Humm? Do me this favor, What favor? I want you to take care of my kids for me I'll be right back, Why you doing this? When they ask you about me Just tell them he didn't give a fuck about shit That's what I want them to know Cuz that's what they think anyways, alright Will you be my voice? Okay Will you be my feelings? Finally let them know [Verse 1] You tell me this How do you tell your kids that you addicted to drugs And that your love ain't nothing to spark with to a dub And even though it's just weed it got me spending up G's Buying up keys and smoking my weed amongst thieves I rather jack off then fuck bitches I'll make it crack off I hit switches Use to get crack off quick Do the snitches I use to bang up the block The homie cooked up the rock While I use to look up the block For the po po's I know my do knows And my don't knows Moved out the Deuce Fo to do rap shows And lost a couple of homies (fuck) Big Zo he still with me He a OG 29th street Crip That nigga know me You know E it goes deep Q-Ball resting in peace Spent years trying to fight the tears And I got new problems resting in me Still crying over joyce memories Still wish Sicx and X was out wit me So here's my suicide note (come on) Take care of my kids Cuz I ain't coming back for years Here's my suicide note My life is a joke Baby please read the letter I wrote Here's my suicide note Hold back the tears I'll be back in a couple of years Here's my suicide note Cuz my life is a joke So please homie read the letter I wrote |
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