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Fucked Up A Little Death

like those thousands of wasted days upon those million grains of sand. And like the leaves that pile to decay these little deaths happen every day. Maybe our love was just a

the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know father

number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough whole town, a little

You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real

got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children

Dialogue Cast of Starring Characters:] [Cletus = Tiny Lister] [King J.= Ice-T] [Savon = Ice Cube] [Raymond = Bruce A. Young] [Opening Dialogue: a quote

Times Stop Fucking With Me Put That Knife In Ya Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A

'cause you got a little check cut You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches

, I'm about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I aint buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It's a