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Genres: Hip-Hop

So Much Death Lyrics - B.g.

Verse 1 

Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young 

Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun 

Teach me man to man things bout the game 

Let me know always let em hang be bout my change 

Never thought that come closee to home I was wrong 

Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong 

Him and my momma went through they little stages 

Always fight threw em out and made him walk the streets 

But it was alright 

Cause I knew he would be back tommorrow with the sorrow 

She would take the frown away let him stay 

All he wanted me to do was to be cool stay in school 

But the dude that I hanged with rearranged the whole attitude 

When he died I start hustlin' to get paid 

I did the opposite I know you turnin' in your grave 

When I pray I know you hear me at night 

It ain't right but I ain't white 

And all I got is the street life 

I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise me this way 

Don't be mad we'll talk about when I come one day 

Untill we meet I'll keep your name on the streets 

>From son to dad I love you rest in peace 

 

Chorus 

So much death up on the city streets 

Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace 

 

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Verse 2 

I never understood life and how I got here 

I just live and try to learn till it's my time to disappear 

And see really where my homies at on the other side 

Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie 

Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see 

Is there really a heaven for a true G' 

If it is I know Sterling made it, Pimp made it, 

My daddy made it, they was real but got player hated 

Pimp your gone but your spirit ain't my nigga 

You remembered as a legend couldn't nobody out rock it 

You made that style that these rookies tryin' to imitate 

They fake as fake I'm here to put them in they place 

The one only pimp one gone stop tryin' to be him 

And I got a glock with seventeen for that dog pimp 

Ester did Hec cause she took Kin I'm took her 

When you get that he gone stomp you 

And when I get there we gone jump you 

Otis from the thirteenth bit the dust 

It's a must we strap up and retaliate in a rush 

Bust flush that beef like shit 

Spend that bin just hit and hit till start the click 

Sterling lived a soldier died a soldier 

Had respect for knockin' heads clean off the shoulder 

>From the magnolia 

All the players from that U.P.T. 

1, 2, 3 that truth to the game rest in peace 

 

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Chorus 

So much death up on the city streets 

Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace 

 

Verse 3 

Pay attention to this song 

Once your gone your gone 

It ain't no comin' back once your home your home 

Every day I hit the door my momma preachin' to me 

Doogie stop runin' the streets son do it for me 

She know I'm bout money strictly about ballin' 

The life your livin' I hope your daddy ain't callin' 

That things I go throught I think restin' is best 

I'm chillin' while I'm in flesh but I'll be happy when I rest 

I got people to see, people to meet, people to greet 

Just peep what the other world got for me 

Is it joy like they see or nothing at all 

I'm ball till I fall with my back against the wall 

Chillin' on the block till the man come get me 

Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me 

 

Chorus 

So much death up on the city streets 

Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace 

So much death up on the city streets 

Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace 

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