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A Shoulder Lyrics - Singles - Chingy

i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt 

right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt 

the time ain't not fit the crime 

but suicide's not the key 

reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

sometimes i feel stressed out but (they ain?) drinkin quarts 

keep mah chest out 

many ways of the world keep me swirled on what's the best route 

maybe i died young and cookin provide none 

plenty hustle for fake not to own an ride, dumb 

the world is all game do small thangs get small change 

lace up ya shoes make moves an let ya balls hang 

too many sit back an say how did he git that 

the first to have they hand out but last to have they shit crack 

without a warnin, you could die tonight an be widout a mournin 

the sun don't shine all the time nigga widout a stormin 

smokin to maintain tryin to come up off knot 

a damn thang, its a damn shame its fun to get done in this damn game 

so i cry on to get my high on 

and the prize but i got my eye on do for self what i rely on shows 

 

i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt 

right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt 

the time ain't not fit the crime 

but suicide's not the key 

reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me 

 

stop the pain, please lord, try ta stop the pain 

police out to get us 

no way they could stop the game 

got capone, talk to em on prom night 

said he need some herb, tell em stay calm right 

i feelin side effects his olda brotha engaged 

the cell jail tells sorry for not sendin no mail ale 

van gogh wus up wit ja boy fos up 

hit 9 times ima rhyme fo miss blatant crimes 

yall know what yall be doin 

play the role of a g 

word out ta git ya 

a century no history 

the penitentiary not meant for me so i can't go 

not meant for you you chose to go but times move slow 

don't ever see me it's gettin older, behold the 

sorrow tomorrow i got a shoulda 

man so what you think they in thurr an we out hurr is gravy 

you crazy 

the population reslavery 

did i forget to rhyme i didn't try to 

my partner (cuffs me?) down to die too an ride through 

let ya time pass then i will go home 

i might be open but i hope i ain't goin capone 

 

i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt 

right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt 

the time ain't not fit the crime 

but suicide's not the key 

reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

i'm right here in yo face wid a lendin hand 

prison brings the bitch out the toughest man 

but you try not to show it, claimin you claustrophobic 

convicted can't kick it an when the lights cut off you know it 

and gang bangas gettin played out some niggas can't let go 

an sit up in they cell laid out 

yo life's a constant lesson and everything you wanna do you gotta ask permission 

hated to where you livin ima drink it (all for dark?) down to the suds 

i got green leaves for (thick stuff?) when i roll up buds 

an get fucked up 

for (brad code jack?) an others all of em black brothers 

hold ya head mothafuckas 

my dream is to rap and show you that i care 

this song might bring you to tears but life ain't fair 

just be on God's side, an pray to our law 

to forgive you for your wrong doins before you die 

oh why, tell me why, gotta be like this 

judges holdin grudges fuck that shit 

be kins instead of seekin for revenge 

police ain't no beast til yo ass die in 

cryin through hell less mah cell get locked 

we in jail so this muthafucka gon get rocked 

for rock is there a heaven for a convicted felon 

ain't no muthafuckin tellin i wish i could ask my ('cause an friend jeff?) 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on 

lay ya head on me 

i'll be right there where you neeeeed 

 

somebody lend me a shoulda