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Before I Go
- wykonawca: Bizzy Bone
- album: The Gift
Before I Go
Before I go
Momma Momma, I know i?©? sellin?this marijuana. God, I do what I wanna, but,
God, they won?©° give me a job. I scream and I holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (can?©° stop me.) I know i?©? sellin?chop chops, God, when they send me away, on these hilltops waitin?for drama, ???ause i?©? skinny. The streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. Pitty, many died, city-wide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. Strip me of my pride, I don?©° think i?©?a make it alive. ???ause if I do, i?©£l be institutionalized, thugged out ever since Pac died. I know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for Christ. These mothafuckas never could kill me twice ... And crackpipes on the playground...playground...playground...playground...playground
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! Don?©° let ???m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.
As I sit in this jail cell, hell, readin?the mail mama sent to me, I can tell she gettin?weary. Where my daddy at? I don?©° give a fuck! Nigga, don?©° call me when this money stacks, duckin?the killas everyday! Where the love at? Bone Thugs, brand new. I always been with God, but is God wit?©?hoo? I keep hearin? these voices, Heaven or Hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and Hennessey was the ointment (Hennessey!) Satan?©? still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. I can?©° pretend to be an angel when i?©? only a servant, constant in service to the one and only, undisputed with common certousy. None of y?©?ll could have been worse than me. I sold thangs that I ain?©° proud of, I won?©° even mention the power. See, the hour?©? gettin? nearer, and if I died today, I died a happy man. God bless the family!
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell nah! Don?©° let ???m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.
Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby?©? mama?©? scared to kiss me, you don?©° miss me. I don?©° blame her, I may be the B. Family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, i?©? hopin?to die quickly. Hopin?to die swiftly. I?©?a take all of these niggas with me. They keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why I don?©° cry, ???ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fuck is five mo? What am I here fo? ???ause I was blastin?at the five-0. Little brother been blowin?up, my niggas growin?up. Throwin?up gang signs, and I was prayin?at the same time. I tell ???m slow it up, hell nah! Then don?©° you wind up in this hellhole. If I could do it all again, but now, i?©? becomming a man! Learnin?in prison, all these criminals, y?©?ll don?©° know how the fuck they livin? But I ain?©° givin?up, readin?the bible everyday, and only God can save me, i?©£l be brave!
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! Don?©° let ???m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God
- album: The Gift
Before I Go
Before I go
Momma Momma, I know i?©? sellin?this marijuana. God, I do what I wanna, but,
God, they won?©° give me a job. I scream and I holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (can?©° stop me.) I know i?©? sellin?chop chops, God, when they send me away, on these hilltops waitin?for drama, ???ause i?©? skinny. The streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. Pitty, many died, city-wide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. Strip me of my pride, I don?©° think i?©?a make it alive. ???ause if I do, i?©£l be institutionalized, thugged out ever since Pac died. I know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for Christ. These mothafuckas never could kill me twice ... And crackpipes on the playground...playground...playground...playground...playground
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! Don?©° let ???m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.
As I sit in this jail cell, hell, readin?the mail mama sent to me, I can tell she gettin?weary. Where my daddy at? I don?©° give a fuck! Nigga, don?©° call me when this money stacks, duckin?the killas everyday! Where the love at? Bone Thugs, brand new. I always been with God, but is God wit?©?hoo? I keep hearin? these voices, Heaven or Hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and Hennessey was the ointment (Hennessey!) Satan?©? still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. I can?©° pretend to be an angel when i?©? only a servant, constant in service to the one and only, undisputed with common certousy. None of y?©?ll could have been worse than me. I sold thangs that I ain?©° proud of, I won?©° even mention the power. See, the hour?©? gettin? nearer, and if I died today, I died a happy man. God bless the family!
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell nah! Don?©° let ???m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.
Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby?©? mama?©? scared to kiss me, you don?©° miss me. I don?©° blame her, I may be the B. Family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, i?©? hopin?to die quickly. Hopin?to die swiftly. I?©?a take all of these niggas with me. They keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why I don?©° cry, ???ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fuck is five mo? What am I here fo? ???ause I was blastin?at the five-0. Little brother been blowin?up, my niggas growin?up. Throwin?up gang signs, and I was prayin?at the same time. I tell ???m slow it up, hell nah! Then don?©° you wind up in this hellhole. If I could do it all again, but now, i?©? becomming a man! Learnin?in prison, all these criminals, y?©?ll don?©° know how the fuck they livin? But I ain?©° givin?up, readin?the bible everyday, and only God can save me, i?©£l be brave!
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! Don?©° let ???m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God