well here's a letter from my thoughts it's the first that i will send i'd like to think this won't ruin anything hurts more to keep it in and i'm filled
it's been so long can i have a minute of your time this won't take long to let you know where i stand where i am cause it's been seven long full months
it was a long night on the phone short-thought promises of never being alone for a long time we weren't there but little did we know <a href="http
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my brother! [Kid Ice] The 1990's, the decade of disease It seems like we're trying to kill our own kind By fuckin' each other with out protection Just
that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was
circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And
not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter
? That type of crap'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her
the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter you
: Lost in deep cover "Dear John," said his lover's last letter Emptied a full clip to feel better Slipped a rung on Jacob's ladder Desert boot camp deserter
and pretend its me! [Chorus x2] Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. let a killer fuck you right! Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck
was like a hundred and five They worry about drunks, and late night truckers Old ass bitches try to kill mutherfuckers (Ha ha ha ha) This lady's got her
conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill
man, for no man could be both good and evil From skills that are strange to each other And skills to one way or the other Even into one grain that'll
: [Verse 1 Rap] F*** conversation, I'm throwin him a lever Leavin the crib with a Dear John letter I'm takin what I need, nigga f*** all ya cheddah F
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