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Funeral For A Friend The End Of Nothing

Killing you Might be the only chance I have of recovery But I know it's oh severe So you knew it would be The punishment it fits the crime So let's take

: Well killing you Might be the only chance I have Of recovering But I know it's so severe 'Cause you know it would be The punishment it fits the crime

left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone oh my god my brothers

I ain't tryna rap for a car or rap for a gun Or rap for a gyal that's gonna max out my cards See me, I rap for the man that hasn't got guns Infact hasn

family and heroin addiction He overdosed and left a notice of eviction And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen And a little angel with a

Joe you killing me Beat her like a prize fight mommy I'm a rude boy You just hit the powerball Everyday a new toy, nigga it's a stick up A muthafucking

big Haystak it's just a pleasure to be here A lil' jam I wrote for people that mean a lot to me And it goes a lil' something like this I dedicate this to true friends

behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. a??Will anyone speak for the boy?a?? asked the

for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a lawyer