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

I call it but I know I got started
'Cause my mama was broke and I was hearted
I can take tears and tears for
But the tears of my mama yo, they get me here

So I out in a military 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 from the

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

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

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

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

I flipped the off, good, I let it rip
Bank boys in the fat grip, yeah
Rollin' 5 deep and on 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 it's all good
Lights out, now his crib is

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

My on her knees
Lord, Lord no
And I feel cold and my is cheatin'
It's gettin' but yet and still

I'm half dead, half life, real?
I can't but now I'm startin' to choke
Off my own and not that indo smoke
No joke, up, on a serious tip

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

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

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

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