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Silver Spoon
(专辑: Easy 2 Hate - 2010)
[Spoken:] Sometimes I
write a
record about something that's not necessarily something I
went through, but something that I
had watched my people go through. And it usually goes something like this here: [Verse 1:] Stepped out the
back of a
black escalade with a
triple black suit on, some thousand dollar shoes on Black shades, cuz we burying a
goodfella My wife stepped out, my man popped an umbrella Holding back tears while I
sign the
fucking book Walking toward the
casket, but I
don't wanna look Had to see it for myself, I
looked up and there he laid I
wasn't overcome with sadness, I
was filled full of rage I
thought about the
time we'd been riding together and how long it had been, seemed like forever Leaned down to him, told him "Fuck You" And just to think, you were someone that I
looked up to Guess now I
know it, really is true You love them pills more than me Like I
said, "Fuck You" Stood up I
was so mad, I
could've flipped the
fucking casket over Trying to accept that that part of my life was over Kissed his momma on the
forehead, looked into his toddler's eyes too young to understand the
fact that his father died He was eating them, shit, needles made him cringe But the
way my man went out, fuck, it might as well've been: [Chorus:] A
flame, and a
needle, and a
silver spoon My man took off and got high as the
moon Looking down at the
clouds and he never came down Til we put him in the
ground, til we put him in the
ground [Verse 2:] That man got a
Ph.D, a
medical degree And the
son of a
bitch ain't no better than me He'll kill ya kids quicker than I
will Infecting the
streets with them (Pain Pills) So many O.D. off of them O.Z.s I
mean the
little homies as well as O.G.s I've seen what it does cous, I've felt the
buzz (huh) I
know he's a
doctor, and I
don't give a
fuck, bruh Kill my homie, and I'm coming back, ask Deezie About the
last f@ggot-@ss bitch I
smacked (bitch) for giving one of my dudes something that he ain't do And if he dies don't let it get traced back to you My people laid in the
crib three days before someone came to help 'em And they might still be there if somebody hadn't smelled 'em Let me die crossing the
mob, or robbing the
Mexicans But I
ain't trying to die off no mother fuckin medicine I've popped the
X, yeah I've sniffed a
line, yeah I
smoke some reefer, and I
had to draw a
line there the
pain pills had me from '01 to '04 I
couldn't feel them no more And I
wasn't fixing to die of no [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3:] It's a
heroin type high we chase like a
pipe dream Start smokin them and it becomes a
pipe dream We lose so many of us, but it's not enough He nodded off, and he don't got a
pulse! And when the
damage finally gets done Your friends argue over who's gonna dial 9-1-1 But them the
same dudes that'll be at your funeral, carrying your casket I
can't stand them dirty bastards But those were the
friends you chose With allies like those, who needs foes Yo, you let your man die You heard your man cry And you just stood by And it cost him his life I
got a
phone call, that he had overdosed I
hit the
E.R., where he was comatose A
breathing machine, without it he'd be gone 13,000 milligrams of hydrocodone I
told him hold on, just breathe, that's my man If you can hear me homeboy, squeeze my hand He ain't squeezed it though, he just let it go And he died with tracks in between his toes who knew [Repeat Chorus]
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