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Lord Superb
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When It Rain It Pours
[Chorus 2X:Shorty Real] When it rains it pours, You lost my brothers How long will I mourn It's gonna take a lot to ge through the storm
[Lord Superb] Behind every strong man is a strong woman Behind every old gangster is a young hoodlum Go to jail, Turn blood to Muslim They mostly do it for protection or the thugz'll book em These bars are the verse of my life From the womb to the streets all I heard in my life As a child I felt my Mom's pain Her death numbed my feelings like the effects of cocaine As for Pops, His nod didn't mean he agreed with you That was the effects of the diesel Did a little bid and they killed my brother Daddy was sharing needles, AIDS killed my Mother Grandmother stepped up to the plate First it was just weed and dust then we stepped up to the plates And the mirrors and the razors, Lines was being snorted When we was doing lines wasn't no rhymes being quoted Then these five cent niggas get dollar bill And Big Face, Up in the club he got killed We drink till we choke, Nothing spilled Except a little Remy and milk on my silk, Fuck it We still rock Chuckers, More flavors, Description We the encore, The major, We rock razors Shotties under quarter filled blazers ______ was still dangerous, Fuck paper honor Yo this ain't living, I'd rather be dead Visit me at my wake while my eulogy's read Perb was a G in every sense, Gully goon gangster Gardener, He made flowers bloom on paper They always said he was ahead of his time And every word he spoke was ahead of his mind They said they'd taking out his brain His thoughts is the blueprint And after his funeral they let Bill Gates use it
[Chorus w/ Lord Superb ad-libs]
[Lord Superb] I said the lies are something else, I just can't call him Ghost be on my mind, I just can't call him The pain from being broke is making me hungrier These two week old hair cut's making me uglier Damn the streets is got a nigga depressed Nigga stressed, I can see the pain in my chest Heart got too much weight on it Then she said she get our check on the first I'ma serve it and wait on it Fuck, I'ma put the plate on it Fuck it, Put an eight on it I'm getting strained on it Look see I aint gotta line I debate on it
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[Lord Superb] Is this waste or is this hot, Should I say this shit Do this block, Matter fact I'ma chill I aint gonna sell that rock I'ma just do my thing, Ride like Pac
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