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Case Cryin Over Time

Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5 If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time And I know my niggaz love

spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over

(feat. Terror Squad) [Fat Joe] Yea, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God) Cause if we won't, then who will? (True) Terror Squad style, yo (Speak

laugh ('til I laugh) The higher power watches over me every day Every step of the way Now one in the house, yes, it's one forever Now it's time to move

the, murderin' you What kind of mother fuck her self, and I don't think it's time For me to go cryin', when it's time for me go, I won't go quite Sounding

case!) [Chorus x2 [Roy Jones Jr.] Yo I used to go to this chick house, and go to that chick house (come on) Call another chick over, kick the other

I spray niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk My rhymes, two zigs all nines Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time

to the game now they at they heads like crew cuts, Suit up and lace your boots up it's war time, It's weezy baby no cryin, no lyin These motherfuckers

the toast when I approach It's close at all times by my side in the holster O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure Pop [gunshot] it's all over, when