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{*thunder &

Killah Priest]
Crime, Crime Stories (Will someone me?)
Stories (Someone help me)
Crime (I'm dyin)
Crime

Priest]
The mobster, long coat and brim hat, staggered in the
Fallin, the .38, breathin heavy, beneath a window pane
Sideways from cop cars {*cop sirens*}, through his ears
And the rain with his tears, heart full of fear
He's exhausted from the loss of blood, his is drowsy
He to his self, "Damn, all the fake niggas around me"
So he off a thug, breathin heavy
With the weapon in his hand that he held was
His was sweaty
Damn, what you do when you at the door of life and
Plus you staggered 22 blocks, with a bullet in chest
Plus you wet
You might catch pneumonia, you smelt smell death's foul aroma
It burnt his nose like ammonia
He deep then fell asleep
Opened his eyes in
he saw every nigga he made the sale
Every addict with a bad habit
Every drug users and needle abuser
Never he worked for Lucifer
He shut his and opened them again (Yo)
But still, he was with the fire and brimstone
is your home (Uh-oh), that's it, end of poem
(Help me! AGGGH! HELP! sound*} HELP!)