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A True Story Among The Dead

a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club but only a real thug can stab

a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab

? They got you living like a shrew They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards then you make a stew They give us a white Jesus to appease us We talk among

with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can

with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can

a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab

yours Beckon you! Send gates upon me That i may! Be free yet once more A burning disk did strike before me Within flames a voice of calling A test to

with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can

this long unbounded journey, is it still the path of mourning? They teach their stories, like babies crying, as howling winds, ferocious and undying. Like a lullaby comes the true story