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    "Unanswered Questions" Lyrics

    John Mayall

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    Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
    Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down
    Watching fools servin' found
    Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
    And getting bitches with plenty riches
    And if you bang homie, do that
    But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that
    And all you see is the glamor and gold
    Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold
    Your destiny is in your hands, you got control
    Wasting time with your life until your ass is old
    Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
    Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp

    Can't fuck with, what you asked for
    Sometimes you just should let go
    Get what you need and not want
    Some folks believe and some don't
    These are the ones that don't last
    Hard head makes soft ass
    But it was something that I had to have
    I just had to have

    What's crackin' gangsta
    Little woe G sake with a bang loose
    Dickie sagging how should kicking it
    Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you
    Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya
    I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering
    A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
    Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt
    Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
    Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother
    You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker
    Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block
    Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
    Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious
    For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
    And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga

    Can't fuck with, what you asked for
    Sometimes you just should let go
    Get what you need and not want
    Some folks believe and some don't
    These are the ones that don't last
    Hard head makes soft ass
    But it was something that I had to have
    I just had to have

    Murder, murder, murder

    I don't wanna die
    I'm trying to live, trying to survive
    Murder, murder, murder

    I don't wanna die
    I'm trying to live, trying to survive
    Niggas done got the game twisted
    Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
    And just start division, fool listen
    Life is like a grab shot
    You can either hit the jackpot
    Stack a not and get a calf shot

    Live you life homie
    Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
    And moms put a block on the phone
    You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone

    All alone in the streets it was on
    But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone
    Your on your own

    Until the youth, I spit to you
    They call me G dub and I spit the truth

    Can't fuck with, what you asked for
    Sometimes you just should let go
    Get what you need and not want
    Some folks believe and some don't
    These are the ones that don't last
    Hard head makes soft ass
    But it was something that I had to have
    I just had to have
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Danny Means, William Calhoun, Warren Griffin III.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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