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leatherwolf – cry out lyrics

yea… yea

yes

ima call this one… real rap

cause this rap is real… ya know?

i hope you aint too tired to cry
and i hope you know you aint never to live to die

listen…
i grew up where them people called them people on us
think we slingin, but we just got beepers on us
grindin all day like we got sleep insomnia
livin like the videos write a treatment on us
stuck in the hood like they poured s-m-n on us
ghetto birds still sh-ttin on us, government still quittin on us
lost a few homies and the grief still sittin on us
so we got the names written on us, white folks still spittin on us
and them b-tch -ss police k-9’s teeth still grittin on us
but we smoke, ashes still gettin on us
older b-tches still hittin on us
i remember well, beezy roll the l
beezy aint here… wheres beezy at?… beezy got killed
and that was my n-gg-, i go way back for my n-gg-
but i know thats how it happend my n-gg-,
sh-t is much deeper than this rappin my n-gg-
but now they all rappin my n-gg-s, so now i must make it happen
so ima play the captain, sail boat flappin my n-gg-
no fingers im snappin, happy for my n-gg- lil taggers
cause even tho we couldnt, the lord saved him
last time we seen him was when katrina hated
found his body like a month later, rest in peace boy
he was a east boy, and so was wesy wes he was a good n-gg-, so i know he blessed
and his daughter is a princess, this sh-t is harder than a bench press
but ima keep goin, and i swear i got a lump in my throat
but ima keep on pumpin the flow,
so if i cry dont stop the beat, i feel like my heart just stopped the beat
my n-gg- lil derek is quick to cop a key, either that or load the gat and go pop a g
and because of that hes just a name in a rhyme of mine
i pray his family and his mama is fine
so much sh-t just sit on this mind of mine
i think about it all the time
i drink about it all the time
i smoke back to back
cause if my thoughts got to me id be in this rap
or id be in the can, thank god i had dreams of being the man
yea and f-ck a man with a badge cause he aint sh-t to a man on the edge
the five o killed naughty good boy dead
man you woulda thought they killed corn bread
shot em up face down on the lawn
not to mention with his handcuffs on
not to mention they had plain clothes on
and the complain goes on
but no body do nothin bout it
the jail house and the morgue is too f-ckin crowded
and haters at an all time high
everybody got their hatas like a f-ckin ipod
sh-t and they tried to burn my phantom up, but i got my gun license
i got my hammers up, im ready to shoot like a camera
stay still mothaf-cka ima have to write my will this summer
cause if they dont kill me, ima kill this summer
yea
and you can put that on my late father or my late grandmother
ms. mercedes carter
or my grandfather larry bosock the old man hustle till his heart stopped
and all i know of my real pops is that he had money
no bank account, that brown paper bag money
yea he might hit me off wit a little brag money
but the n-gg- still wouldnt be a dad for me
but look how i turned out i hope he glad for me
but thats why when i see him i act mad funny cause hes a joke to me
dont message, dont call, dont talk to me
its just me and my moma how its suppose to be
and i make sure she paid like she wrote for me
and i know she gets all hope for me
and i dont ever want to see her mope for me
hopefully but truthfully there is a day thats due for me
but we gone pray that its as far as the future sees
your listenin to the future weezy f. baby
amen

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