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• Artiste: Ghostface Killah
• Titre: 4th Disciple
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Layin' on the floor, all they found was his hammer Just came home from doing twelve in the slammer Blood runnin' from his mouth, his eyes got low He squoze my hand real tight, then he let go Nah, nigga, don't start that shit We been in worse shootouts than this, and we got hit Yo, Taj, look, wake up, it's me, it's Starks We gonna get up and walk, I'ma tie your clogs Tomorrow night, we got a flight to catch in LaGuardia My wiz made that fish you like, fried tilapia Nigga, stop playin', you hear your daughter talkin'? Remember her first steps, when she started walkin'? You think she want to see you fitted in the fuckin' coffin? You touch my nigga? Yo, yo, get the fuck up off him My nigga ain't like y'all niggas Now y'all huddled around like a bunch of bitches Jamel, call his wigs, notify his moms Naw, forget it, she already lost two sons Come on, Lord, I placed my head on his chest Just to hear him breathe or say somethin' under his breath I wiped the blood from his mouth Before my eyes, I seen globs of this black shit come out Sayin' to myself, "Shit don't look too good" Another Black man lost in the hood No cigar, help, Allah, I gave him CPR He looked disconnected from life like a VCR Goddamnit, I can't stand it I'm rockin' back and forth like a hammock So what I feel, that he left the planet I'm in denial, but it's clear to me life files And I don't know how to fix my lips to say goodbye, yo Come on Taj, wake up