调：D major
Verse 1
In the blink of a fuckin eye you can
Recognize that for real
You're never promise tomorrow,
you know
Any nigga that you know,
D
knahmsayin?
Verse 2
word up
face remained calmly
D
Eb
He spoke differently, as if he was Godly
still in his clutches
too many Dutches
Situation, made me sober as fuck
As he coughed up blood,
tellin me he's stuck
Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck
all the holes in his chest
His eyes told the story that his heart
was diminished
The ambulance took about a hour,
ten minutes
They didn't have to tell me that
my Son life was finished
the love that was in it
Verse 3
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end
It's all about cash,
and the diamond rings
Dedicated,
If your heart stop beating
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end
It's all about cash,
and the diamond rings
Dedicated,
cause real niggas do real things
Verse 5
life flash in front of his
Cocked back the gat wonderin
who the gunner is
The blood drenched in his Armani linen
I guess that's the karma of
a thug when he sinnin
From the beginnin,
I reminisce the younger years
When we were younger peers on
the block pourin out beers
And now the tears,
I can't stop from comin
I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze
him while he runnin
It seemed stunnin,
the way we started in the game
I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain
Now the nigga that shot him
I wanna find him and kill him
Heard he's a Willie and keep
a bunch of killers with him
The Jake snatched him up so
I just had to forget him
the heart of a true thug
It's real love, this is what a real nigga does
If your heart stop beating
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end
It's all about cash,
and the diamond rings
D
Eb
Dedicated, cause real niggas do real things
If your heart stop beating
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end It's all about cash,
What yo, real niggas do real things
Word up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah
Verse 6
cut like a knife,
ma your son was shot
Her mouth, wide open,
seemed like her heart dropped
She fell to the floor with
her eyes in shock
off the words I said
Worst thing to tell a mother that
her son was dead
Shoulda knew what love is,
'fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be
raised by they mothers
From the cradle to the grave
we was like brothers
Went to same schools and fucked
the same bitches
Pumped on the same block with
the same snitches
Burnin lye on the roof,
talkin bout riches
And I remember,
when we was both five percenters
Goin hand to hand, gettin bent,
crashin renters
And now the end is,
justifyin all the means
you're dyin out in Queens
And it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo
If your heart stop beating
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end
It's all about cash,
and the diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggas do real things
If your heart stop beating
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end
It's all about cash,
your heart stop beating
I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again,
real niggas to the end
It's all about cash,
and the diamond rings Dedicated,
cause real niggas do real things
Yeah, Capone- N-
Noreaga still my niggas
Even if you don't get no bigger
Finsta, Crash, presedential
Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?
Japan rules, foreign exchange,
how we do, yo
Begins, world currency
The way the dollar bends,
and it haunts me
It wants me it traps me, in the hole
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