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Mir Fontane
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$horty $tory
Now, here's a story 'bout a lost young soldier Far from a killer but the streets made him colder Found himself a plug and now he makin' mad paper Jumped into a gang and now he thinkin' he's a gangster He lost his mind when his baby and his bitch died Stray bullets from drive-by ripped up her insides What a price to pay, and what a thing to lose And not a single word on the fucking Nightly News Enough to make a sane man lose a couple screws Bought a ratchet off his homie, got some things to prove Called Joe, 'Yo bro, I need a ride real fast I got 10 for the gas, just meet me out on the Ave' Joe pulls up and Shorty hops in and daps 'em up Now they riding 'round the city freestyling and crackin' up Shorty told him he was hungry, Joe said it's whatever Suggested Wawa, Shorty told him 'I know something better' Go to the spot 'round the way, next to the shop that sell tires It's open 24 hours, I heard the chicken was fire 'Well we out' They turned left and headed back down South Joe takes a long pull from the Dutch in his mouth He said 'So wassup, ain't heard from you in weeks You ain't answer none of my calls and you barely out in the streets' Shorty told him 'I just been low, I'm fucked up in the head Last week I had a family and now all of 'em dead' Joe sat back stunned then hit the wheel like 'That's ridiculous! You gotta be a real bitch to go shootin' some bitches! Man, tell me where they at, I swear they dead on 6's! I'm shootin' any nigga lookin' suspicious!' Shorty nodded his head just to confirm that he was wit' it Ice cold, hard rain beatin' on the Honda Civic As they pulled up to the back of the spot Joe reached behind his back and put his strap in the box Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He look at shorty like 'You ready?' but Shorty he ain't movin', said Shorty he ain't movin' Cause just a couple minutes, Shorty drew his last conclusion The energy has changed, Joe still sittin' in confusion Shorty pulls his gun out and says 'Don't make no sudden movements!' He said 'I had suspicions, but I just ain't wanna believe the shit! Clues was in my face, but I was just too blind to see the shit! I said I lost my family and you sat right here and lied! How you know I lost my girl? How you know which way she died? You could've told me like a man, but you ain't flinch or break a sweat You said you'd kill 'em on 6's, you even lying on the set!' He snatched the flag from off his neck, he gripped the Glock even harder Flashbacks of his pregnant wife and his unborn daughter That's when Joe reached for the box, Shorty let off some shots Joe still breathin' a little, his chest bleedin' a lot Shorty hops out the whip, he hit the block and start runnin' Hot pistol still on his waist, he feel it burnin' his stomach He need some wheels, cause it's way too dark to run through the Hills Outnumbered by rival gangs, they'll kill a nigga forreal He spots a white Toyota slowly creepin' down the block He pulls the metal off his hip, aim at the driver, she stops It's a woman, around her 40's, brown skin with the locks Driving on her way home from work, she resembled Shorty a lot He told her 'Bitch get out the car!' but instead she hit the gas Shorty jumps out the way and busts a couple shots at the glass Prepare yourself, cause here's when things get incredibly real As the Toyota on that hill slowly came to a still Shorty ran to the drivers side, broke down into chills He dropped his gun when he saw his Momma slumped on the wheel Welcome to Camden
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