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anticipation lyrics – e.s.g.

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[chorus:]
r.i.p. to my n-gg-s that’s dead and gone
standin here blowed i dedicate this song
r.i.p. to my n-gg-s that’s dead and gone
standin here blowed i dedicate this song
to my n-gg-s in the grave and my n-gg-s in the pen
much love for you fools, see you when i get in
to my n-gg-s in the grave and my n-gg-s in the pen
much love for you fools, see you when i get in

come follow me now, and let me kick that old school flow
all my gs who got popped or else dropped by a .44
tryna make ends, roll in benz and stay tight
get high with the crew, d-ck one or two down tonight
and stay true to the game, make yo cash the dash
but 5-0s and jackers all over yo -ss
so n-gg-s stay woke, don’t ever sleep when you creep
cuz nowadays they pack aks and sh-t’s gettin deep
bustin bustin biggedy bustas keep yo pockets on fat
and to my homies who rest, every night i look back
and say “d-mn, now why did my n-gg-s have to die?”
to ease the pain i don’t cry, i fire that potent fry
and reminisce my life, i mean the whole 20 years
cuz over the days, crime has paid for many of my peers
some died from car wrecks, and tecs to the necks
i know my mother antic-p-te – now will her son be next?

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funky funerals, sixty cars with lights and one cop
rollin slow behind a he-rs- block to block
and uh, i couldn’t make it, i was feelin worse
to show my love for cuz, i pour some sip to the curse
we had tight times, we even had lose times
sharin a brew, smokin a few, flashin up the deuce sign
rollin thick as a b-tch, with my whole f-ckin click
yep, cut for one another, down to take a n-gg-‘s sh-t
crankin cars, nothing barred, the sh-t stayed tight
mobbin forty ounce, slobbin nearly every night
much goes to those, i’m givin it up, i mean my props
from charlie brown to shawn miles and to my steppops
i got nothing for love and it’s gettin strong
i keep my head up even when the sh-t’s goin wrong
and ain’t no use to me puttin out my fry
sometimes i antic-p-te – now will i be the next to die?

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and now it’s 93, and sh-t’s still illegal
so i gave in my tec for a .44 desert eagle
still got memories of my homies in the past
so i look high and ask the lord if i last
and if not, when i drop six feet deep
put a forty in my lap and in my mouth a swisher sweet
and let the dead rest, and then close my eyes
and if my n-gg-s ain’t there, then i just might rise
and bust a couple of caps the spirits from h-ll
see, a n-gg- might be dead but i got dope to sell
so n-gg-s don’t forget for y’all to bring the fry
cuz everyone’ll cry and say “d-mn – this n-gg- had to die”

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