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Black Bomb A You Can T Save Me

't me (That ain't me) You see, I won't stop (That ain't me) Oh no, I can't stop (That ain't me) 'Cause I won't quit, no, I won't quit (That ain't me

me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms See them bastards woke me up when

I stay, it doesn't get better Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record A stereotypical attitude That if you look like me, you gotta run with a

'Big Payback' Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a **** for real, we eat ya food Like dog, mutha****, in replace of a meal Give you a

Ain't no competition You just shut up and listen, and you can complete the mission Know you want me to fall I don't do nothing but ball You heard I was

bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with

you know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream to get where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you came

look good as Toni Braxton In a white house wit toys of traction Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second look You can find me in the Florida designs

on You could run and tell my city it's on Yeah, wrong way down a one way Women don't get saved round me, even on a Sunday Damn, where I get it from?