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Dad Ill Will

cell, stranded in the county jail waiting for my chance to post bail I wanna be paid in large stacks, I mash so fast I blast wondering how long will I

would rather slip and die than live this life without you so when i finally love me i will break inside you will see cause i promised mom and dad i have

dad but we will invite your mutha! Stevie D. showed up in his gremlin he's runnin from the pigs we tried to clean up the backyard but we got no help from wig! ill

just the lighter Charles, see me beat my mothers ass In front of me Didnt even matter if she had some company I grew to be my own man but my dad is under

I always told myself that I would never be the way, the way my dad was, and he?s till this day. I?m making a promise, that I will keep for the rest of

Where you from?" "Nigga this eastside nigga, This eastside!" [Mr. Solo:] Shots bang like thunder, How do I keep from goin under? It's like a jungle sometimes, It makes me wonder Will

I still possess the skills To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real, With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill

rope Cause of death: Obvious from your suicide note The last words that filled the page: if no one will listen than no one will miss me when Im gone Across town his dad

Theres bricks in the yard falling where they flew, I'm sure mom and dad wont give a sitch for one or two. Building no hagards that travel left to rest