Gone but not forgotten

Pimp Daddy

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    I say why a nigga got to die, that's a part of life
    I wish I wasn't never born, cuz this life ain't right
    My partner had to go over a hoe, but it's cool
    I can't be calmed down, when I see her I'm a use my tool
    Act a fool, let her know how it feel to be underground and
    When she get there I know Pimp gonna beat her down
    Give me the weed so I can choke
    When I see her she get smoked
    Bitch think it's a game, but it ain't no joke
    I'm a fuck on that dope
    Pimp Daddy we miss ya, we love ya
    But it's all right, that whole Csh Money Click
    Gonna be on that other side and get high
    Cuz I'm comin' cuz I'm a three man funk and
    B gonna bring the gin Boo-Koo trill
    There it go, havin' fun in another world
    Thinkin' about old time's
    We go open the lab, and have us still writin' rhymes
    Nigga's wanna sound like you, and walk with a limp
    Everybody still wanna be like you, but there's only one Pimp
    And you gone, who did it gonna get popped in
    Glocked in, my boy gone but ain't forgotten
    {Rest In Peace, That's How We Do It,
    Straight From The Heart, And That C.M.R.
    {Ya Heard Me

    Verse Two: {Yella Boy

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    Ninety Five, Ninety Six, more trick's, Fa'sho Yella Boy, ya see
    My summaries, the memories, ya see he's never buried
    A nigga still pimpin' for the legendary Gary,
    Every time I get happy up in this rap there's a glisp cliff
    I think about the drama sho'nuff make's me
    Miss ya, I got to pull's off for you fake pimp wanna bee's
    Don't let me catch ya sleepin' I'll knock you to yo knees
    Pimp up in the air, I know my boy standin' close
    If you was around pimpin' we shoul take a toast
    The pimpin' the trippin' on a regular basis
    Servin' hoes, lockin' number's, not rememberin' face's
    I got yo back shootin' straight like a sniper
    I ease up on the scene and make's ya rowdy
    Like Rod Piper, duck's behind the bin, to
    Often feel I need to Buck! Buck!
    Brusin' all my enemies bringin' 'em bad luck

    Verse Three: {Tec-9

    This analogy, that my nigga Pimp
    With the gangsta limp, is now in a gangsta lean
    But this shit is true, and I never knew it could be like that
    Ain't nobody special when it come's to the gat
    First you fuck that hoe, and then you stop to think
    How many nigga's die, because of a stank ass hoe
    Should have been that bitch layin' on the floor
    Guess what? But she still got to go
    What the fuck is this, blood comin' from my nigga head
    Retailation is the method that I'm takin'
    When I'm steppin' in that world
    Got to go get myself some furl
    And I'm in yo hallway always plottin'
    In a situation, where my nigga is gone but not forgotten
    {Fa'sho, you not forgotten boy
    {Much Love Pimp Daddy from yo nigga Tec-9
    {And the Black Connection
    {Cash Money Records always in there

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