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Clinton Sparks

R.I.P.

 

R.I.P.

(album: New Crack City - 2006)


Get familiar
I go by the name of Clinton Sparks
You are now rocking with
The New Crack City
Street album
My man Busta Rhymes
Big Bang album
In stores June 13th

Look add the fire to it and carry out every action and marry my every passion with savvy I make it happen
Gladly I rep for fashion, badly I itch for clapping
Now pass me the clip or fraction for asking I flip the script when then blast you bitch you mashing
Something I love to do to be honest it's nothing to it
Promise that I come through see regardless I gots to do it
Coming to take it all and then back you against the wall and then smack you and make you fall
Black is the way we ball
Stack then I make a call and then purchase Carnegie Hall I'm withdrawing and never stalling we're always prepared to brawl
No matter how you try we ain't going nowhere you guys should just learn and accept the fact we back and we staying (Surprise)
It's working for years to build a thing sweating with tears to feel a thing that I could offer others to recognise the realest thing I have ever given that's how we gon' keep on living now so hold your head my niggas come down and we strip the prison

Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace
Man we gon' hang dry y'all bitch ass niggas, like we ain't even got a dryer to dry the laundry
We airs y'all niggas out, early, Labba

Guerrilla warfare, we got that dere
Shottas, killers we got that dere
Drug dealers, hoes we got that dere
Nobody sleeps born to beef
Brownsville niggas use the corners coke enough
90's niggas we gon' bust a shot
Gangsters used to handle their differences
We all want to go shopping at pick and kid
Now I'm in the room watching Larry Davis
I'm about to go and hit the pavement
Pit time got me that spliff time
Homie hit me on the phone, we gon' fire on the streets niggas
Fighting our soul make a hundred mil' then I, turn off my phone
Fuck them niggas I ain't gonna die broke with a stem in my mouth
Struggle for dope, shooks

Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace

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