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Zigidy

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    Whats up my homie x con my homie lost his x
    Cause now he back in vac soaking game from og convicks
    Im hearing now and then you falling I wont believe that
    Its us against the world homie where my Gs at
    Released back you got at me like this my game is thicker
    Before a playa figured I was pouring out more liquer
    Your little brother bigga but im letting you know I got em
    I noticed in his playa ways before you left you taught em
    Your mama holds it in her oldest son in the pin again
    Out here in ciz a l dough its part of gaming
    You banging with the L O Cs W E S T
    Say whats up to dwan and little jon for me
    Damn homie you aint forgotten just hella missed
    they talk and get away with this it got a playa hella pissed
    I chalk another off my list everyday that pass by
    Fuck what the task might find them fools trying to blast mines
    And if you ask mines ill tell it like it is x
    The hood is shady aint no telling man I might be next
    From playa to playa fuck what you heard about me selling out
    Im in the studio just trying to put my moms in a house
    Second verse:
    Where should I begin way to more cousin none the less
    I would die so you could ride like I would for the west
    Got cousin love up in my chest tell I rest in piece
    I pray the lord everyday that why you in you don't decease
    We felt the pressures of having lesser then the next kids
    That why we never blamed each other for the things we did
    Who need a black fist to have a ghetto face hear me out
    My mamas home suspected crack house feel me now
    At knee hi we learnt our feelings stay inside
    Don't let em see you cry and always kiss our moms good bye
    You was a little older but my shoulder you would still lean
    you give your last breath to me when life was hard to breath
    being unprepared for the war fair handed you a gun
    it had me on the run tomarow be a brighter sun
    where we come from it getz hectic on da streets
    if you don't even hustle den you dont even eat
    we got some hearts some hearts full of ambition
    stick together as a family get through any situation
    I'll be waitin for ya
    Dis is going out to all them playas dat have a love one locked down in a state penitentionary, I hope yall playas touch down??

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    Composición: J.T. Martinez

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