| It’s like all we got left — teardrops and closed caskets
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| (throw it up fool, hey nigga, haha)
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| Tell me how you feel homey
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| (Yeah, it took a week to go down)
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| You recollects and see how crazy it sounds
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| The whole town’s on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)
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| (Now introducin Young Trigga)
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| Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger
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| Just anotha wild-ass nigga
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| (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT?
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| (But Precious was a ghetto girl)
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| Couldn’t be no sex without that gold Lexus
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| (But Lil’Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)
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| Seein visions of people smokin and niggaz catchin vapors
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| Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil’Mo)
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| (Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)
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| (Here's where the plot thickens)
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| They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin
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| (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)
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| (Somebody's gonna die tonight)
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| Still no one’s knowin, so they kept goin
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| Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)
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| (Two semi-automatic nines, them niggaz died)
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| (Plus nobody in the hood cries, it’s like they celebrate
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| to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson
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| But wait a minute back to Precious
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| She’s snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg’s Lexus
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| TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Teardrops and closed caskets
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| TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Teardrops and closed caskets
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| (Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious)
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| (was the victim, from a dime to a nickel)
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| Hopin God’s blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who’s gettin bigger
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| Familiar face, but a man now, it’s Lil’Trigga
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| Now Lil’Mo was a soldier to the fullest
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| Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
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| (All he wanted was to be a thug)
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| Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
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| (Here's where it gets ya)
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| Now Precious is pregnant, Lil’Trigga is happy
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| He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain’t the daddy)
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| But Precious was lonely while Lil’Trigga was makin dough
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| She’s slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil’Mo
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| The neighborhood’s buzzin, now people are talkin
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| Lil’Trigga’s gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin
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| (Hand in hand, couldn’t understand)
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| How his baby’s mama could disapear with another man
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| (and his best friend)
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| Now jealousy’s dangerous, and if you don’t believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you’ll see
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| There ain’t no heroes or villains, ain’t no pleasure in killin
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| Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings
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| TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Teardrops and closed caskets
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| Bury you dead and look ahead
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| A man with no feelings
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| TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Teardrops and closed caskets
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| That’s all we got left, that’s all
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| Now with the problems of poverty
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| and the tricks to these tales
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| How many people’ll die
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| how many’ll live to tell
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| Although best friends before
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| Lil’Trigga and Mo
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| (They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain’t know)
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| Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down
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| The results is the same with different names and it turns out
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| Y’all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
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| Lil’Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he’s played out
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| Think it’s Lil’Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger)
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| (Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil’Trigga)
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| All the while let’s look at Precious
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| Too dumb to see what’s goin down (too doped up to ask questions)
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| Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight)
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| What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?)
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| From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki’s
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| I can’t believe the shit they tellin me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
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| (Precious, Lil’Mo and Trigg)
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| TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Aiy QBIII in this motherfucker
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| Teardrops and closed caskets
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| We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades
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| (that's right)
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| All the homies that didn’t make it to see this day
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| (rest in peace)
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Yaknahmean? |
| I know it’s hard out there, heheh
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| with teardrops and closed caskets
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| It’s like that’s all we got to look forward to these days
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| Murders, brothers dyin, funerals
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Shit, it’s like I done ran out of suits homey
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| I done ran out of tears
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| Know we gon’have to do somethin y’all
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| We gon’have to do somethin
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing
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| (rest in peace)
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| Teardrops and closed caskets
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| I send this out to M’thulu Geronimo
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| and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| (to the homey Boonie, rest in peace nigga)
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| All the homies that fell, all the homies
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| May God bless your families
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| May you always live in the motherfuckin heart
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| Will I. forever be alone
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| In a thug niggaz heart forever
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| (that's right)
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| Rest in peace nigga
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| May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
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| We can’t have peace til the niggaz get a piece
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| Will I. |