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Before I Go

Before I Go

Before I go

Momma Momma, I know i??? Â? sellin?this marijuana. God, I do what I wanna, but,
God, they won??? Â° give me a job. I scream and I holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (can??? Â° stop me.) I know i??? Â? sellin?chop chops, God, when they send me away, on these hilltops waitin?for drama, ??â??Â?ause i??? Â? 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??? Â° think i??? Â?a make it alive. ??â???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??? Â° let ??â??Â?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??? Â° give a fuck! Nigga, don??? Â° 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??? Â? still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. I can??? Â° pretend to be an angel when i??? Â? only a servant, constant in service to the one and only, undisputed with common certousy. None of y??? â??ll could have been worse than me. I sold thangs that I ain??? Â° proud of, I won??? Â° even mention the power. See, the hour??? Â? 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??? Â° let ??â??Â?m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.

Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my baby??? Â? mama??? Â? scared to kiss me, you don??? Â° miss me. I don??? Â° blame her, I may be the B. Family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, i??? Â? hopin?to die quickly. Hopin?to die swiftly. I??? Â?a take all of these niggas with me. They keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why I don??? Â° cry, ??â??Â?ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fuck is five mo? What am I here fo? ??â???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 ??â??Â?m slow it up, hell nah! Then don??? Â° you wind up in this hellhole. If I could do it all again, but now, i??? Â? becomming a man! Learnin?in prison, all these criminals, y??? â??ll don??? Â° know how the fuck they livin? But I ain??? Â° 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??? Â° let ??â??Â?m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God

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