Correction Paroles The Disappearance par Dave East & Harry Fraud

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La Musica de Harry Fraud
Late in the afternoon last Wednesday, Jimmy Hoffa pulled out of the driveway of his mother's home by Lake Oregon and headed South for Detroit
Two men later told police that they had seen and casually quited Hoffa, in this restaurant parking lot between 1:30 and 2:30, Wednesday
No one apparently has seen him since
Uh, been around
Hoffa, yeah

Niggas ask me what's up with the music, shit, I been actin' (Actin')
Lately my clothes been vintage, not into the latest fashion (Nah)
Feel I could breathe again, I related to Toni Braxton
And I still get the chills from the thoughts of my homies laughin'
I witnessed tragedy and got back to my pen and pad (Right back)
Most the feelings I felt for the industry, I got past 'em (Fuck 'em)
Bunch of niggas that came out before me, feel like I lapped 'em (Damn)
LeBron James, these niggas Bronson like Action (My nigga)
My attitude was passive before I opened the package (Uh)
Fiend in the living room high, noddin' to Gladys
I seen roaches fall on the toaster before the bread rise (Facts)
Funny I'm alive but I'm only concerned with dead guys (Dead)
Fed time, always avoided it, since my teen years
Surrounded by stand up men, a rat won't be seen here (Never)
Summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicq' on a beach chair
Plates only for family, makin' it hard to eat here (Hard)
For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love
Two options when in the trenches, sell or you buy drugs
Convinced me you had ill intentions, found out it's not love (Nah)
Added bakin' soda and a double, call it potluck
This the life we livin' (Life), sendin' flicks to homies in prison (My niggas)
Those SIs and these VVS's, they see the difference (Mob)
At LaGuardia, just landed, get waffles from dirty kitchen
I'm vibin' to some classic shit I ain't heard in a minute (Nah)
I ain't served in a minute, ain't hand to hand in some years (Not me)
And my aim was just a bid, it's Cartier and chandelier
I never ducked a fade, on anything, let's meet up in the square (Right now)
Newports was clickin', fresh up out the book in sellin' squares (Facts)
Made dreams outta nightmares, I woke up
Nigga tried to swing and he got broke up, won't smoke it, it ain't jokes up
I walked through the fire, eyes wide, like I'm coke'd up
Never powdered my nose up, game, I was tryna soak up
Listenin' to legends that did it, when it was real out (Real out)
They comfortable in prison, so ain't no telling 'em, "Chill out" (You okay?)
Cut the chef a cheque before he even brought the meal out
Make the reggie smell like exotic, brought orange peels out
Peel out, Hellcats speedin', I'm knockin' supercat
Die for bein' the witness, you ain't had nothin' to do with that (Boom, boom, boom)
East and Harry Fraud, they scared to sleep, that Freddy Krueger rap (Uh)
Before I blew, I blew a stack on baggies and the newest strap
Hoffa

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