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Correct My Pain Runs Deep Lyrics
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Boosie Badazz
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Correct My Pain Runs Deep
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Oh lawd Oh lawd Too many dead on tha same street My pain run deep 3 dead in tha same Jeep My pain run deep Prosecutor tryna frame me My pain run deep They shootin’ at me Tryna slain me My pain run deep You know I be wit’ that Vest on wit’ that choppa tho Will bang it all at Pappadeaux You, You, You All ya’ll The impossible I ain’t runnin’ from nobody We got problems We neglect it Only here to send 1 message Pussy boy You gon’ respect it Killed Ivy Tha whole car too So you know I can’t bar you On site if I saw you Dearly depart you Damn homie how they caught you Many nights Wish I could call you The same way I feel bout my father Lost Ghost It hurted harder than the muthafuckin’ kidney stone nigga Cuz that kidney stone sharp But this shit here long nigga Damn Titus I wish I could bond ya out nigga But they don’t want our money They wanna take us out Too many dead on tha same street My pain run deep 3 dead in tha same Jeep My pain run deep Prosecutor tryna frame me My pain run deep They shootin’ at me Tryna slain me My pain run deep My nigga shot And he can’t breathe My pain run deep I wouldn’t have stopped They woulda got me My pain run deep Deathrow They tried to stop me My pain run deep Diabetes out this i.v Hospitals, hot pistols We can’t leave home If its not wit’ us Boy my life is in another league Duckin’ blues Blowin’ trees Fuck it I’m tha leader of tha crabs In the public, fuck it It’s ugly That money don’t mean shit right now I need surgery 90 G’s or they won’t cut me My pain run deep I’m on tha table And I’m gettin nervous My pain run deep They put murders on my whole circle My pain run deep Tha bank They hit me for a half a ticket My pain run deep I been goin’ through some thangs I see blood in my eyes Too many thugs in tha street Who I loved They done died Murder 1 Slide, slide Now a nigga baptized So many murders on our street We got murder on our mind Most of us ain’t read tha signs Smiled, and told em fuck ‘em When indicted for my crime Just cuz my cousin, my cousin Shit they gave that boy a dime My other cousin He got 30 And he ain’t never been convicted All my life Man it been twisted Say a prayer to all tha kids Lick tha letter Send it to you Then you receive it on ya bid Me and tha police got a bad history Can’t stand them bitches Before they killed Alton Sterling They been spankin’ us niggas Too many dead on tha same street Southside, Eastside You know what they say on tha West Coast Too many gangstas on tha same beach Black Dickies And a white tee Soulja Ree’s
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