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I got shot
Dear
I always felt like I'd be shot
Are you afraid to die?
Somebody try to do me some harm
Or do you wanna live forever
Because a lot of people don't like me
Tell me, what's wrong?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind
Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry
Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
But he ignores me, unfortunately, 'cause I'm guilty

Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless
I'm chokin' off marijuana smoke
With every toke it's like I'm losin' focus
Fallin' asleep while I'm in service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous, because I'm high

Don't mention funerals, I'm stressin' and goin' nutty
And reminiscin' 'bout them niggas that murdered my buddy
I wonder: When will I be happy? Ain't nothin' funny
Flashbacks of bustin' caps, anything for money

Where am I goin'? I discovered, can't nothin' save me
My next door neighbor's havin' convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday, bitch, you know you shouldn't have did it

Everybody's dyin', am I next? Who can I trust?
Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin'?
Two to the head while I'm in bed
Leakin' blood on my satin sheets

Is there a heaven for a baller?
I'm gettin' suspicious of this bitch
The line's busy every time I call her
Now she's tellin' me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone

After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later!
To all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her
This bitch is tellin' all her homies
That I can fuck her like no other
Now them other bitches wanna bone me

I'm under pressure, gettin' drunk, somebody help me
I drank a fifth of Hennessy, I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies, they creepin', don't make me blast
I watch the 5-0's roll, the motherfuckers pass

By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh
I put up my middle finger, then I dash
Niggas don't like me, 'cause I'm thuggin'
And every day I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid

If I know that in this hotel room, they have food everyday
And i'm knocking on the door everyday to eat
And they tell, they open the door
Let me see the party
Let me see like them throwing salami all over
I mean just like throwing food around
But they're telling me "there's no food in here"
You know what i'm saying?
Everyday, I'm standing outside trying to
Sing my way in
You know what i'm saying?
"We are hungry please let us in'"
"We are hungry please let us in"
After about a week that song is gonna change to
"We hungry, we need some food"
"Gimmie all the food or we're breaking down the door"
And after a year then you just like
You know what I'm saying, I'm picking the lock
Coming through the door blasting
You know what I'm saying?
It's like you hungry, you reached your level
You don't want anymore
We asked 10 years ago
We was asking with the Panthers
We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement
We was asking you know
Now those people that asked are all dead and in jail
So now what do you think we're gonna do?
Ask?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest, I'm losin' homies ain't that a bitch?
When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely

I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord, are you there?
Then tell me, am I lost? 'Cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely

Nowhere to run, I'm in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day

So I stay thuggin' with a passion, forever blastin'
I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my madness
They wonder if I'm hellbound
Well, Hell can't be worse than this, 'cause I'm in Hell now

Don't make me hurt you, I don't want to, but I will
Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills
Never will I die, I'll be back
Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' MAC
-11, 'cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin' you now: "You motherfuckers don't know me"

I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared to die
Only fear of death
Only fear of death
Only fear of death

The controversy over Death Row Records
And its owner being sort of a gangster
Everybody's asking about Death Row
Suge ain't no gangsta. He's chilling
No? No man, Suge a rider
I know what good morals are
But you're supposed to disregard good morals
When you're living in a crazy, bad world
If you're in hell, how can you live like an angel?
You're surrounded by devils, trying to be an angel?
That's like suicide