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Tragedy Khadafi

Neva Die Alone Pt. 2

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(Verse 1)What`s really good, homie? Be gracious, my nigga it`s nothinGizzardheads cluckin`, every other day niggaz is buckin`It`s Baby G, tryin to put my coat and put me on to somethin`Heard the Word of Mouf, niggaz on the other side stuntin`Said you gettin` rich, left the hood style switched upYou wealthy, they wanna get you stitched up and sticked upHe said you know I`m ridin` wit you, cuz I don`t give a fuckI`m thinkin to myself, why these savages wanna force handI ain`t got time for this shit, plus I`m a grown manI fell back, 745 gray IHe must of read my mind, when he looked me dead in my eyeAnd said: `send the wolves at `em, see if niggaz really wanna die`I know your style, you`s an O-G, and you don`t stress thatThe Only thing they know, where yo baby mom`s rest at(Verse 2)Yo, yo, yoWe now up in a building, I`m stuck, really not knowin`That`s when shorty turned his gun on me, then he started blowin`I started leakin, hearin niggaz comin down the stairs speakinBarely movin, fadin in and out, but I`m still breathinOld ladies peakin out the windows callin precinctsThis little nigga set me up, contemplatin` the reasonsSnake thug, funny how I showed this nigga loveMade my way out, I jumped in my V, covered in bloodFelt my neck, ?? must of caught me in a scuffleI`m losin blood rapidly, I know I`m in troubleMy vision blurry as I drive, gotta make it out the `BridgeKnow too much about these niggaz, they can`t let me liveBut fuck it, I`m not dyin, back rounds, I hear sirensThat`s when I black out, ran the curb and hit the hydren(Verse 3)In my eyesight, seein` white lights, my life flashesFunny, how these niggaz tried to murder my assThey set me up, like we never did dirt in the pastand ICU, sign myself out the hospital fastHandle my handle, my man`s pull up, guns in his stashLoaded weapons on the Grand Central, hit the hood in 60 secondsFuck, niggaz slept on the God, like I was never reppin`Make a right, 40th Ave., that`s when I smile and laughLoad my techs three quarters down, that`s when the guns blastBlack glove, black mask, rappidly buckinLove is love, niggaz guns blowin, homie its nothinGot these cowards hoppin over fences, runnin and duckinFour pound, have them chokin on blood, huggin the groundWhen my niggaz grabbed both arms and turned him aroundLooked him in his eyes, cocked back and finally laced himCoward ass, I`m a lay em fast, send him to Satan(Outro)Oh oh oh oh...here we go..AK-47, the very best daysWhen you absolutely, positively gotta kill every motherfucker in the roomAccept no substitute

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