Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you went and OD'ed and left me After a life of abuse I could
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Untill you gotta talk to me The authentic is off limits You dont talk to the truth If you talkin about gimics I am the game im not in it That means fifteen years not fifteen
driftwood, gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go Fifteen under zero
the moon I viewed a mighty light approaching in a zoom Need was there to tell someone of my discovery Fifteen seconds later, a light appeared in front
place the style So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams I haven't seen him since fifteen
spill, let all of it out right now And expose every inch in front of them Yeah, in front of them In front of them, in front of them
on, "I don't want Unless Shorty really wanna have some fun" Then she said that you told her I was what you want When I call you don't try to front, uh
God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee The rhymer bombs squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee I spend a knot at all the Buddha spots From fifteen to fifty-fifth
on three coasts Familia, bigga than ego, y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz No shark in this year raise it bigga Fifteen
I luv U I luv U Yo if that girl knows where you stay thats poor Some whore banging on your door what for Pregnant? What're you talking about this for Fifteen
Hey what up man? What up god? Ya heard? Chillen cold as hell Yes it is hey Busta didn't come here did he? No hey look you got fifteen cent?
for Ghost When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned with God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen
-Fifteen and long barreled forty four's So on the story goes He went out in a blaze of glory He went out in a front page story He went out in a front
to break them bricks down is karate chops Niggas getting left right in front of the Marble Precinct Leave them like them Jordans, red dot, leaking I'm fifteen
types, all sorts, disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports I learned to dribble from right to left, I couldn't do a damn thang With all them F's, age fifteen
rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah
