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letra de all by my lonesome - 57th street rogue dog villians

[chorus: short nitty]
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave

[verse 1: big scoob]
last days, they says crime pays
i stays in a dayze, fully blazed cause there’s so many ways to lose your life in these gutters
wild days, wild ways
gutter child, gutter ways
til i’m gutter layed, from the grave, i can hear my pops whistling with that wikad [?]
[?] before you hit the [?], make me have to tell you [?]
stack my chips, i’m all in
in this rap game [?]
ain’t gon be no falling, man
[?] i called it
defenition of [?]
man i’m tryna make you proud, get this bread, move the crowd
i got bills to pay, 2 little girls, all i got, that’s my world
f-ckin with that, imma make it hot
nonstop, these nigas drop
firepower gon lay the block
time to find out what i got
claming souls on the spot
calm down, think about it
ain’t n0body ever touch your babies, slow down, why you going crazy?
all you gotta do is get that gravy
feed your babies and your dawgs
keep it real, you’ll never fall
always hear to help you, dawg
we gon get it all
we gon get it all
[chorus: short nitty]
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave

[verse 2: short nitty]
cold mornings and lonely nights was an everyday
i’m only 15, tryna sleep the pain away
ma gave birth to me, all by her loansom
was it worth coming to see me as a youngster?
wasn’t money, was never known for having cash
pops you left us hungry, questions of why you dashed
get along with your coward ass
never needed you anyway, you outcast
[?] i snap, not knowing your life had been taken
somehow i still felt the seperation
days later, it was givin back
[?] nitty’s first, picture that
[?]
h-ll is what you gave me, so this is how it made me
do it on my own [?] and crazy
pops, my name is not in the ob-tchuary
so it’s no love, regardlous of what your people tell me
[chorus: short nitty]
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave

[verse 3: bakarii]
1990, augast 17th
seems like i lost my older brother in a blink
heaven help me think, cause the devil got my thoughts [?]
i’m missing him everyday, what would i give to hear him talk?
but when i’m alone by my loansom, i can hear them voices
telling me to carey on, watching me make choices
mistakes in life, it’s a givin
when you gutter living
young teen, buck wild with the super vision
hard to stay away from prison, or the grave
[?] in my range
focus on my pain, everyday struggle bringing my babies [?] pictures of they uncle
[?] after you
we buried little star, and that little n-gga johnny too
but mama always told us [?] never seperate us
and promised if we live, we make each other greater
screaming lio forever
[chorus: short nitty]
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave
sometimes when i’m all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
feeling like i’m caged in my rage, i can feel his hands from the grave
i can feel his hands from the grave

- 57th street rogue dog villians

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