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Devin The Dude
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I needed a loaf of bread Milk and eggs Store's right around the corner, guess I'll walk instead Saw a crack head lookin' half dead Creepin', just got through sleepin' in the trap bed But 'round here, dope fiends come a dime a dozen Got near, realized, "Aw sh*t, that's my cousin" Man, I ain't even know that was you Here's a couple of dollars Go get something to eat, holler He started to follow and calling me But a car pulled up, jammin' [?] My homie Z who just robbed the flea market Got out and shot a n***a, now he's a target As I gеt to the store, beforе I open the door Weed smoke's in the air as the cold wind blow I needed the zip, I made a ten feet trip To the n***a that was smoking one-deep in his whip "Where it's at, homie?" He pulled a gat on me Oh, that's how you gonna act, Tony? He gave me two grams, maybe closer to three Then I walked inside for my groceries And in the corner, bending over by the ice cream For a pint, kind of nice with some tight jeans Told her, "Give me some Moo-llennium Crunch" She said, "n***a, you can give me two-fifty a month" I laughed, then I walked to the back Saw a dude with some food, putting it all in the sack He said, "Shh" I said, "sh*t, huh, got nothing to do with that, n***a, you the rat" I got the cheese, got my eggs and milk Took it to the counter, paid for it then peeled You know somebody got killed in that short of a time Laid out, body bloody with a bottle of wine People all in the line Hollerin' and cryin' But this type of sh*t happen all of the time I tried to pay it no mind Walking back to the house Saw a young brother with some crack in his mouth Getting his serve on Pistol in his front pocket with no shirt on From out of nowhere, somebody snatched his gun Started busting at him, couldn't do nothing but run Had to duck, got the f**k up, out of there (I'm out of there) Bullets flying everywhere right by my ear I hit the grass, held my bag real tight But something just didn't feel right But I made it to the porch finally Looked back, the coast was clear behind me I got my key, had to flee inside my crib I can't believe this is how I live Can't cry over spilled milk Busted up a half a dozen of eggs but I forgot to get the bread Damn, damn, I forgot to get my bread Gotta go back to the s- motherf**king store to get my bread Huh
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