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[Intro: Krumb Snatcha] Uh, `97 Premo, D&D y`all, that`s right, I want to speak a little truth `Bout what guns is really about cause me being victim of guns Was an experience of gettin` Closer To God
[Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha] Since the day I was young I had preminitions of an ending to come Behind the barrel of the next man`s gun It used to be fun, when I`m the one doin` the clappin` Now I`m facin` my death, doin` fast breath, no laughin` How can this happen, holdin` my chest to the floor Laid up, or spraid up dreamin` to even the score Bright lights all I saw my life flashed before me From a distance I heard a faint voice steady call me I guess my time is here, surpress my fear I`m ready Tryin` to breath steady, feelin` my legs gettin` heavy Lord, don`t let me..die this young, without leavin` a son To carry tradition, listen my life has just begun A nightmare flip visions of swingin` the poolstick Defendin` my near if I turn left the pool quick Lost control of my mind, flipped the safety of the nine And squeezed tastin` down this judge and roused, then fell on my knees Weak from my heart feel my chest gettin` hot, I got caught Vivid memories of how my gun dropped, bullets in stock Lost all thoughts of me rappin` try to catch one for I die For self satisfaction, get up off my knees begged him don`t please Picked up the squeeze dipped behind cars bullet shelves hittin` the trees Curse my enemies will be as smart enough to take cover Feelin` my body shudder as I drop right in front of The boot place as hot shells hit the cheek of my face Catchin` bloody taste, watch my blood leave trace Hennessy got me trippin` plus the brew I was sippin` Feelin` more blood drippin` I see them load a second clip in Betreated, I been defeated my life is ice like popsicles Open the door hit the floor of the hospital It`s on
[Hook: scratched and cut by DJ Premier] "Gettin` closer to god in a tight situation" - Prodigy - Shook Ones (Part II) "Let me be your angel and I be your protection" - Rakim - Eric B. Is President "I stopped breathin` damn I see demons" - Snoop Doggy Dogg - Murder Was The Case
[Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha] My heart`s racin` a casualty and convertation Hopin` one day I`ll awake and feelin` my body, start shakin` I been mistakin` retaliation to come Soon holdin` my gun boom on the floor of the hospital room Or shall I cry for help as I look up at the ceiling My inner feelin` tellin` me to start healin` not in a million Years I would wanna end here, whipin` my tears Thinkin` of my long lost carreer, in this business of rap Now flat on my back, tryin` to put it place to face on this enemy cat Cardiac control, I put a hold on my soul Twenty-two years old and my life gon` took her some toe My body fall for numerous feelings I fell layin` here lonely Watchin` my homie scream for help I hear a doctor Yellin` directions to the meds cut open my friends Bring me to the nearest bed half dead My inner head screamin` losin` my breathin` *scratch* "Damn I see demons" -> Snoop Don`t remember the good Krumb, only the bad one And now I can tell the depths of hell for evils I`ve done Can`t run, facin` my worst of fears Leavin` my physical as my spiritual descends stairs But wait, this can`t be real, I feel the agents are real Askin` my name, overlookin` my bloodstained gold chain Easin` my pain from where we came I don`t know But he`s tellin` me it`s not the right time to go Back in my fo` tubes suckin` the ooze from my mouth As nurses run about, tryin` to send me down south Who shot ya? That`s word from the detect` and the doctor Before I got flown to Beantown in a helicopter
[Hook: scratched and cut by DJ Premier] "Gettin` closer to god in a tight situation" - Prodigy "Let me be your angel and I be your protection" - Rakim "I stopped breathin` damn I see demons" - Snoop "Gettin` closer to god in a tight situation" - Prodigy
[Verse 3: Krumb Snatcha] I awake with cold feet feelin` weak and can`t eat Seein` homies stand around, but no sounds I can`t speak Cheap hospital clothes a badged up of holes got me depressed As I`m lookin` at my legs and my chest They patched up five, lucky that I had survived Layin` in bed with a naked head, but alive We call it a night, before, we tryin` to make sure I was staggerin` in to the hospital door Whosader, the flash to a honourable respitator The flashback to me gettin` respect form my savior I can`t understand it, must been the way that they planned it And my commandment I`ve never takin` live for granted Rememberin` on my knees, beggin` please Don`t let my soul get seized, lost track of my thoughts Cause the d.t.`s came and question me, testin` me Guess havin` thoughts arrestin` me Stop stressin` me cause ain`t no confession see Funny ain`t it thought I was back in an inseignment Now my image is tainted coughed on my crutches for enreignment Damn..
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