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TRICK DADDY lyrics : "Based On A True Story, Pt. 2"

Man, this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man
Damn, I miss my ^!$$% man
That %#@! was gay how a ^!$$% got killed dawg

Man, I wonder what he was thinking about man
My ^!$$%, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there
I got word inside of me

My ^!$$% I know exactly what he was thinking, my ^!$$%
Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla
?Holla ^!$$%?, I keep hearing sirens

In my sleep, I'm having flashbacks
A guilty conscious naw, ?Why ya ask that??
It's like this a ^!$$% tried to cross me

I made him pay and now the devil calls me
But I ain't going 'cuz I'm rolling with the Lord G
And now I lay my soul to sleep

Ah pow, keep hearing gunshots
Bullets flying, seem like they won't stop
A call for help, but momma can't hear me

Save me, damn this ^!$$%, trying to kill me
I'm bleeding bad, this ^!$$% started bustin' caps
I feel cold, boy, where them paramedics at?

The first stop is intensive care
I'm seeing tripletts, blood flying every where
I'm stone black, but who turned the lights out?

Holy sire, is it true I might die?
My blood's low, my heart's beating too slow
I'm on the edge but I can't let go

Is this the end, I would stop breathing?
Talk to me, why is everybody leaving?
Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face

Looking like it's gonna be a long day
What time is it? What's the days date?
What brings the crowd, oh, why these long faces?

I'm getting kissed but why on my forehead?
Pretty flowers, don't tell me that a ^!$$% dead $#&@
Oh my, why all a sudden me, $#&@ it, I wanna be free

Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words
Past the dust, the last words that I heard
Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, dust to dust

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