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Good Old War Breaking Down

I wish you would really try to come get test me, you break bread with niggas that owe you, I can show you, slowly rollin like these cuts from old school

or don't stand at all, c'mon Uhh, yeah Break it down What we do? We survive, it's more than pride We stay alive, ready to ride Aight put it down

associate with cats Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball bats If time could rewind I would have rewound before Knocked down, surround and drowned

] See what you don't know is I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist I keep my pistol in my grips You disappear like extra clips If you fuck wit me Good

9, ak, I'm packin' down more, Drivin' down real low, tryin' to get to circle, Picked up my dope out the mac, That's when I headed down to the fiend, Tryin

They just send another nigga to the morgue A point scored- they could give a fuck about us They rather catch us with guns and white powder If I was old

Palm Springs hotel room I got the call last Christmas Eve And they told me the news I tried all night not to break down and cry As the tears rolled down

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know

the walls Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down