Brotha Lynch Hung - Suicide Note Lyrics
Hey, YeahCome here, WussupLet me tell you something, Humm?Do me this favor, What favor?I want you to take care of my kids for meI'll be right back, Why you doing this?When they ask you about meJust tell them he didn't give a ***** about shitThat's what I want them to knowCuz that's what they think anyways, alrightWill you be my voice? OkayWill you be my feelings?Finally let them know[Verse 1]You tell me thisHow do you tell your kids that you addicted to drugsAnd that your love ain't nothing to spark with to a dubAnd even though it's just weed it got me spending up G'sBuying up keys and smoking my weed amongst thievesI rather jack off then ***** *****esI'll make it crack offI hit switchesUse to get crack off quickDo the snitchesI use to bang up the blockThe homie cooked up the rockWhile I use to look up the blockFor the po po'sI know my do knowsAnd my don't knowsMoved out the Deuce Fo to do rap showsAnd lost a couple of homies (*****)Big Zo he still with meHe a OG29th street CripThat nigga know meYou know E it goes deepQ-Ball resting in peaceSpent years trying to fight the tearsAnd I got new problems resting in meStill crying over joyce memoriesStill wish Sicx and X was out wit meSo here's my suicide note (come on)Take care of my kidsCuz I ain't coming back for yearsHere's my suicide noteMy life is a jokeBaby please read the letter I wroteHere's my suicide noteHold back the tears I'll be back in a couple of yearsHere's my suicide noteCuz my life is a jokeSo please homie read the letter I wrote
