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    Joe Budden

    Freight Train

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    Добавлена 13 августа 2009 пользователем N1

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    Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters
    with ubsurded things like I was 13
    when he burst on the scene
    that eventually hurt Keem
    got a tool, when he stole from dad
    thought it'd be cool
    to play show and tell so he took it to school
    he in class with it, stylin for mad bitches
    nickle bag lifted, its sad cuz he mad gifted
    but that buiscut will only lead to bad business
    moms on dope, dads just ridiculous
    that leaves a menace, wantin to be king
    but they one in the same both runnin from pain
    but the laughter it fell from his face
    when it fell from his waist
    and hit Ramell by mistake
    tried as an adult, facin a long bid
    but the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives
    Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth
    could be sickly if ya fend for yaself in city like nitty
    who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife
    he knew her death would come soon
    bein real how much drugs could she consume
    even hid guns in his sons room
    but they dont know its a secret believe it
    he dont want them to get hit the way that he did
    house raided, drove by the house sprayed it
    ran in stole his stash, spouse naked
    its real here, he thankful that he still here
    caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair
    old hustla's cant escape old madness
    get the same results dealin with old habits
    which makes nitty a lifetime sufferer
    who thinks it'll be ight since he lives with his very best customer
    Yo, his spited vengence, moreso extensive
    revenge is best served cold but its expensive
    near steps, to revenge is near death
    he disappears stressed reappears witha tech
    you kill his dog, he gone kill your cat
    hispops killed his mother so he killed his dad
    in his head he like god damnit he crept over
    with the same gun his pop planted that he slept over
    raised as a killa from an age thats a thrilla
    age with no filta and that rage is familiar now
    faith has him sleepin over that guy responsible for
    that black patch over his eye
    pillow over al's face he leaned over and cried
    he sighed and said your parents wont know that you died
    death penalty, no annesty just insanity
    clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family
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