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Go It Alone Picking Up The Pieces

wanna, take what you I miss the stupid things, we'd go to sleep and then You'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at 3 a.m. Pick up the phone and hear

zigga ay zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip bitches

Only my Lord can tell who dies So pick up the puzzle and pieces And put it together of our lives My Lordy Lord maintain It's hard 'cause I'm a soldier

sky Man, man, man, if my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go

loving the way you wipe that fruit I take of piece of them then put it right back, to squeeze the... back And I go down and lick it at the crime,.. you

up Come on home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it

my dungeon, slip in the pool What is it like to be usual And how does it feel to be the only one I try to pick the pieces up from my life But no one

cried on the phone I never felt so alone, He was the first of our own Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity Some of us go down in a haze of publicity

pick up and I know you saw My name, my number pop up on your screen But you didn't pick up, yo, what that mean? It don't mean nuthin', it ain't like