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Paint The Picture Lyrics - Sharp On All 4 Corners: Corner 1 - E-40

I guess it must be so hard, that once you're hooked on heroin, or alcohol, ah, unless you're an incredibly powerful person, with a great desire to stop it, even if you have the best rehab people in the world, it's very hard to get off 

 

A dope fiend might be your momma 

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars 

(let me paint the picture) 

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya 

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya 

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang 

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine 

(Let me paint the picture) 

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years 

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares 

 

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Sidewalks and hallways 

White chalk, candlelights and boquets 

Crime scnee, shell casings from the AKs 

Donations, send the victim off the right way 

And for revenge, worldwide they spending thousands 

Gotta be careful at these halfway houses 

This stake out here patient 

Double do thirds, and 5.56 casings 

The neighbours ain't telling shit 

They mouthieces is celibate 

I don't condone the violence, turn the other cheek 

Hard to deal with when you're love one is deceased 

The funk will never end 

When im old enough I might become a reverand 

Because I been spitting scriptures 

Let me paint the picture! 

 

Photos 

 

A dope fiend might be your momma 

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars 

(let me paint the picture) 

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya 

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya 

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang 

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine 

(Let me paint the picture) 

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years 

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares 

 

I know some crazy niggas that a raid ya house 

Rob ya ass, fuck your spouse 

Hit ya cell phones till ya pay up 

Get your address, spray that bitch up 

Hug the bitch, tell her watch the kids 

Cause I'm out breaking and murking shit 

Got my scar phone, got my gloves on 

And I'm through the window like a Ball 

She bet I make a move, she bet I make her pee 

If she do my partner gonna strangle her 

This the ghetto nigga, ain't no rules at all 

And the punk police ain't no friends of ours 

Might get credit at the liquour store cause I'm a regular 

Tell the owner I be back when I get this feddy up 

I'm selling dope, there ain't no jobs 

And we still trippin off Trayvon 

 

A dope fiend might be your momma 

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars 

(let me paint the picture) 

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya 

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya 

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang 

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine 

(Let me paint the picture) 

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years 

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares 

 

Look 

Thinking of myself driving down the i-80, has anybody noticed all these real moves lately? 

The end is close, you gotta watch friend and foes cause you never know who the devil might send to smoke you 

Blood flowing through the streets you look down you drown 

Turned the TV on the scene how they dead Miek Brown kill little Trayvon, say stand your ground 

But gave Marissa 20 years when it was the other way round 

I'm like fuck, niggas shooting if I got enough time I might duck 

Niggas looting like we ain't got enough crime feel like I'm stuck 

In the belly of the beast 

My heart cold like a cheap telling shiek 

These hoes full of trifling and deceit 

Mack the rubber on when I skeet 

I can't leave the block im on the street 

Had the same clothes on for a week 

 

A dope fiend might be your momma 

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars 

(let me paint the picture) 

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya 

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya 

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang 

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine 

(Let me paint the picture) 

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years 

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares 

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