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Gangsta Tears
I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
[Nas]
My daily dose is ferocious
Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
speakin on podiums
Facin this cold world headYoung black, poor education guns crack
The gang violence done that
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
I'm soulWhat happens when money don't make you happy
Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
I wish this on no person
Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it
[Nas]
Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother's on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
We left the drug game alone
What could you tell us?
Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
Look at my dog lay in the casket
Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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