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Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

I can't call it but I know I got
my mama was broke and I was broken hearted
I can take and tears for years
But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right

So I broke out in a step, no deally, no dally
I walked, I crept, I on a plan that I'd make it all good
A young if you could
A young hustler the hood

Mama, don't you cry, you cry no more
Ya baby blowin' up and he's goin' to war
My mind is playin' and my dad is too
street bank boys, it's on, fools

Gonna my moves and my moves I make
You betta not get broke 'cause if you broke, you
I hesitate that you can't see me
It's gonna the Lord to save you from me

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

I flipped the off, good, I let it rip
Bank boys in the fat money grip,
Rollin' 5 and on fools we creep
Half the town is and you can't see me, really dough

What's next? A young fool on a
to get a name, some props or rep
I stepped right to him let 'em know it's all
out, now his crib is wood

Broke for the but now I can't see
blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?'
I hit the flo' but my heart didn't
And now I see a of my son wit no pop

My mama's on her
Lord, Lord no
And I feel cold and my health is
It's gettin' dark but yet and

I'm half dead, half life, what's
I breathe but now I'm startin' to choke
Off my own blood and not indo smoke
No joke, up, on a serious tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still
Help Lord, help Lord, I'm losin' my
To live, low, at the bottom
From winter to spring to to autumn

Lord, the homies in the hood
The squares, the G's, it's all
Help Lord 'cause in the hood we
And we right here until you come

And bless the children of the ghetto
No love, no hope, no hope, no
Help Lord, help Lord, Lord, help Lord
You hear me Lord?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
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