I say we today, and we gone tomorrow time goes by so fast, i know, lord, I say we today, and we gone tomorrow my damned near done passed, don't let me go, lord,
Shorty had a of a grown man, with nothing but fifteen, make the streets his way of life and them dope fiends, Shorty five G's in a week and got big headed, He wanted to hit that so shorty was roll ready, Got plugged in a Cuban, 'bout the size of pawn, He was damn near 60 bricks on every run, He was moving from Texas to Charlotte, Greenville to Boston, bounced to Manhattan Philly, brought it to Georgia
Now oh, gets 17 been trappin for two years Stacked a a mil and got a girl and 2 kids He wanna lay low but trappin into a habit By any means shorty had to have it His wanted him to quit she said "you got 2 sons" He said i love you and i this my last run Shorty his connect, for two hundred bricks, Got to the Cuban house and laid 'em with the tech
Shorty playing shot the Cuban in the chest for a mil, 200 bricks, and a new lex Shorty got happy, he knew it was on On the highway "Fuck the Cuban" He dead and gone.
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Now shorty done got older, put down the don copped houses and some land moving real estate Got married living larry, is established Left the hood itsall wont let the streetlife catch em Got saved and go to church, give it all to the model to his kids and started playing his part Till one day shorty got a call his cousin Bobo, Bobo was loco, loco He liked slow dough,
He told he was comin through for a visit He didn't know was bringing 80 bricks with him He got to the house, shorty the shit, Shorty was sick because he the hustle more than his bitch.
Shorty hadn't touched no dope, in 'bout 5 He said please forgive me i guess thats how it is it on the low hid his motions from his wife Movin 300 ki's a day and five at night told Bobo "im rich" and im finna lay down Pumpin that new Don on his way to the house he got to the house all the lights was out When he em on the cuban had the gun in the spouse mouth
The kids was dead, blood all over the floor