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When I Go

We all gotta go some time I ain't worried therfore no ones eyes should be blurried Let the tears fall for the living when I pass Hit the party hennesey fillin' da glass Homies let da grr spill in da ally remember half and half with pepsi and da henne shot out to the partnas from the old school Even though we parted we'll always be cool The game claim our lives and it's to bad live my life through it and now I'm goin mad Tryna get What I think I got coming (make my riches) Sendin every other brother runnin' (I don't care) and I heard all the gunshots ringing Now I'm in the casket hearin choirs singing laid to rest with the fairest kinda flowers six feet deep nurished by the Portland showers

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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