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letra de xxx - dj critical hype

(like we always do about this time)

(hahaha)

[verse 1: kendrick]
yesterday i got a call like from my dog like 101
said they k!lled his only son because of insufficient funds
he was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
talkin’ out his head, philosophin’ on what the lord had done
he said: “k-dot, can you pray for me?
it been a f-cked up day for me
i know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
he was lookin’ for some closure
hopin’ i could bring him closer
to the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but i told him
“i can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how i feel:
if somebody k!ll my son, that mean somebody gettin’ k!lled.”
tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and p-ssion of
all the memories collected, moments you could never touch
i’ll wait in front a n-ggas spot and watch him hit his block
i’ll catch a n-gga leavin’ service if that’s all i got
i’ll chip a n-gga, then throw the blower in his lap
walk myself to the court like, “b-tch, i did that!”
ain’t no black power when your baby k!lled by a coward
i can’t even keep the peace, don’t you f-ck with one of ours
it be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
let somebody touch my momma
touch my sister, touch my woman
touch my daddy, touch my niece
touch my nephew, touch my brother
you should chip a n-gga, then throw the blower in his lap
matter fact, i’m ’bout to speak at this convention
call you back—

[outro:]
(i don’t know, no more)
(yeah, n-gga)

- dj critical hype

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