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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraDie Together
AyyDa-da-da (Woo)Uh, huhNow, I'm addicted to the shit like it was nicotineThe streets have got me overdosin' on adrenalineLike it was lean, promethazine, have I become a fiend?My nigga caught up with that girlthis ain't no summer flingKnow what I mean? Can't use the phone'cause niggas listeningThem boys be talkin' shit, well, bitch, I got that ListerineThat pistol gleamin' in the sun'cause beef is interesting(What you say, nigga? The fuck you say, nigga?)A quarter pounder get a nigga blownto smithereens (Fuck you say, nigga?)My mama asked me what that drama 'bout and I don't liеI said, "A little bit of money and a lot of pride"I swеar to God I cry when I look in my daughter eyeI'm thinkin' if I die tonight, I nevertaught her how to ride a bikeOr how to fight if niggas clownin' on herI gotta call my nigga Rallo from around the cornerHe came up on a pound of Mary straight from CaliforniaLet's blow an ounce and move the restwe bag it up, you do the restOkay, I'm comin' over quickgot hip for my nigga, this is itDon't know how he came up on it, must've probably hit a lickNow, I don't ask no fuckin' questionsall I do is take my blessings to the stripMake her flip, no more struggling, no more stressing'Cause my baby need some Pampers and her daddy need a BuickAin't no future for a felonand there ain't that much more to itWhy I do it? I feed my baby girl and then we lie togetherI'm starin' at her, swear I hope we fuckin' die togetherDie, die together (Nina? Nina?)Die together (Who loves you?)I swear I hope we fuckin' die together (Daddy loves you)Die together (One day, I'ma buy you everything you want)Die togetherI swear I hope we fuckin' die together(We're gonna have a big houseyou're gonna have a big room)(Die together) Die togetherDie together (You're all I got in this world)I swear I hope we fuckin' die together(Daddy gotta go find a real job)(Die together) Die together(I'ma drop you off with MommyI'm gonna pick you up next week, okay?)Die togetherI swear I hope we fuckin' die together3 in the mornin' and I'm wide awake, yawnin'A couple pulls got me zonin'Somethin' tell me check my phone and I see a messageFive missed calls, they all from Rallo, right awayI check it (Ra', Ra', call me the fuck back)He stressin', he breathin' heavytellin' me to call him ASAP (Hit me back)I dial him right back, like, "What the fuck goin' on? "He's goin' on about them treesthat we sold and how we need to get lowSome niggas lookin' for us out here in the streets'cause they knowThat shit we sold ain't belong to usthey wanna sing a song for usFor fuckin' up they moneynigga said it won't be long for usI tell him, "I ain't scared, I ain't know it was theirsBut if they talkin' like that, niggamake sure that you strapped" (Click)Hung up the phone as I sat there aloneWishin' I can wipe the slate clean with dreams of a homeWith picket fence and yard big enough for Nina to roamLord, tell me, is it too late to grow? I need to know (Shit)Few hours pass, I need to go and pick my daughter upHer mama gotta work todayshe tells me, "Look for work today"(You need to go find a job today)I say, "Okay, " I strapped the cutie pie into the baby seatShe love to spend the day with meshe startin' to learn the ABCsI drive away and see my distant future as a married manWay out in the suburbs with no pistols and no worryin'One day, I'll send my baby girlto college where she'll find a manAnd he gon' put a ring up on her hand, but I'll be damnedFuck you, fuck youFuck, let's go, let's go, let's goFuck, manAh, shitNina? Nina? Nina?Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorryFuck
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