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Tytuł: I don't wanna

  • Wykonawca: Fredro Starr
  • Wy¶wietleń: 306

  
   [Chorus: Aaron Hall]
  God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin
  For you, please help me
  On the journey, please
  
  [Fredro Starr]
  When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di
  Blastin Ready to Die late night pushin a five
  Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five
  Let the will go, like "fuck it" closin my eyes
  Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
  Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden
  So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
  Cuz see now ya face flash on the MTV
  Front page of the paper, front of The Source
  Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse
  Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms
  Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs
  When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse
  Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
  Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats
  Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath
  Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed
  The second chance of life, got me feelin I'm Lord blessed
  I'm God sent, here to talk to the children
  Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling
  Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
  Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day
  
  [Chorus]
  (I don't wanna die) God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin
  For you, (I don't wanna die) please help me
  On the journey, please
  
  [Fredro Starr]
  What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time
  I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89
  And I still got the demos, before we got signed
  Every rhyme I write, you be in the back of my mind
  Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit when gold
  Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be
  Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow
  Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over
  Freaky Tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly
  You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye
  Shit yo Eazy, what up dog, I know we never met
  Used to bang Niggaz With Attitude, cleanin the tech
  Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
  Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
  My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
  I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
  Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
  What up Banky, who thought you would of made it here first
  Big and Pac rollin dice like they never had beef
  Big Stretch, side bettin, standin next to Trouble T
  Thought I never met Kadafi, what up God, peace
  By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
  It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott LaRock
  Dyin 4 Rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die
  
  [Chorus to fade]