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[Featuring Tragedy]
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Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man
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Check it check it *the next life*
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Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit
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For real man shit can happen
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in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man
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Recognize that for real
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You're never promise tomorrow you know
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Any nigga that you know knahmsayin?
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You never know about these things word up
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His body was cold yet his face remained calmly
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He spoke differently, as if he was Godly
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Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches
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Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches
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Situation, made me sober as fuck
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As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck
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Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck
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Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed
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Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
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His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished
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The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes
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They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished
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I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it
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Yeah, word up, goin back
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Chorus: Tragedy
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If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
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Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
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It's all about cash, and the diamond rings
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Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things
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(repeat 2X)
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Word up, real things, real niggaz do real things
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Yo, movin on
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Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his
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Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is
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The blood drenched in his Armani linen
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I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin
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From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years
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When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers
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And now the tears, I can't stop from comin
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I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin
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It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game
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I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain
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Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him
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Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him
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The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him
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But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him
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Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug
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It's real love, this is what a real nigga does
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Chorus
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What yo, real niggaz do real things
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Word up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeah
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Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo
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The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot
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Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped
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She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock
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I was standin there stuck off the words I said
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Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead
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Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
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Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
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From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers
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Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches
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Pumped on the same block with the same snitches
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Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches
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And I remember, when we was both five percenters
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Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters
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And now the end is, justifyin all the means
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That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens
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and it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo
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Chorus (repeats)
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Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz
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Even if you don't get no bigger
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Finsta, Crash, presedential
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Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?
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Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo
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Begins, world currency
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The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me
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It wants me it traps me, in the hole
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Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo
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Chorus
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Real
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DJ Krush |