Based on a True Story part II (Explicit) - Trick Daddy
Written by：Eddie
Man this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man
Damn I miss my niggle man
That sh*t was gay how a niggle got killed Dawn
Man I wonder what he was thinking about man
My niggle I know what he was thinking about Dawn I been there
I got word inside of me
My niggle I know exactly what he was thinking my niggle
Sire I got a problem I wanna hallo
Hallo niggle I keep hearing sirens
In my sleep I'm having flashbacks
A guilty conscious naw why ya ask that
It's like this a niggle tried to cross me
I made him pay and now the devil calls me
But I ain't going cuz I'm rolling with the lord g
And now I lay my soul to sleep
Ah pow keep hearing gunshots
Bullets flying seem like they won't stop
A call for help but momma can't hear me
Save me damn this niggle trying to kill me
I'm bleeding bad this niggle started busting caps
I feel cold boy where them paramedics at
The first stop is intensive care
I'm seeing triplet blood flying every where
I'm stone black but who turned the lights out
Holy sire is it true I might die
My blood's low my heart's beating too slow
I'm on the edge but I can't let go
Is this the end I would stop breathing
Talk to me why is everybody leaving
Hold up wait take these covers off my damn face
Looking like it's gonna be a long day
What time is it what's the days date
What brings the crowd oh why these long faces
I'm getting kissed but why on my forehead
Pretty flowers don't tell me that a niggle dead f**k
Oh my why all a sudden me f**k it I wanna be free
Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words
Past the dust the last words that I heard
Lower the casket ashes to ashes dust to dust
