"Uhh, I dreams filthy/My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey/Huh, what a set up/Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off/Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off/Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land/Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies/Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up/Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD/Cryin, know my friends is lyin/Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers/or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant/Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot/Giving cats the opposite of diets/You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye/I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me/Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)/Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter/If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like/Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest/Silencers so you can't hear it/Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me/I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still" -The Notorious B.I.G., "My Downfall"
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