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Murder Fish My Life

Sweat tears and blood, paid dues survive In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got caught up in my yesteryears But I'm here, my

up Hustler, gangster, old school Chevrolet Custom painted, they love me in the hood So I'm like "fuck being famous" You don't want to live my life Trust

feddy, bringing to make brains hang Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia, for life my nigga Fuck over us, and you'll be looking for your life my nigga I garuntee

, now police try lockin' us It's cream on my land, original man My team break border and court order ESP network, TNT explosive expert Your head jerk, backflip, illegal life

and flick off his toes Make 'em land into a fish tank, what you think? Let him sit, fuck off, I didn't mean to kill him Oh my God, you bastard, you

records but my real job...interstates ("I" WHATEVER!) I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate I'm a winner, fish in my crib....I got a winter lake

reciepts To each, his own I thought my peace was with my chrome But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone Hip is on, when my mama go to work for

crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal I'm guessin' fool musta passed away, tragic losses On the wall they got my

and with the rain my lullaby I drift away to dreamless sleep, leave behind a life that died, a victim of a plague of ghosts I was wrapped up in my guilt