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Here are some lyrics that Dee wrote and gave me. It’s kinda hard to read his writing so all the words with a * after it, im not sure exactly what they are.
One Reason Why
From da front to da back
Everybody in da lack
Fucking cry
‘Cause I fucking what you to die
I can just blast
From da front to da back of dat* class
I am just a gee
Named lil’ Dee
When I kill
I just feel fo real
I can loose my mind
From da motherfucking dimb*
I don’t give a fuck
I just never have good luck
So I stay strapped up
All my life I stay rapped* up
I keep a 9 mm
Cause I’m a leader
Get da shit you blead
I got one reason not to die
But still these niggas try
The one reason is Monique
My own freak-a-leek
Do I write love songs?
Do I write love songs?
I don’t know but I love red thongs
Keep me lovin’ life
Keep me strapped with a knife
You keep me from going off
On everybody dat pisses me off
You keep my mind on the goal
You keep my flows on a role
I don’t stop
Never let my heart drop
Though I was incapable of love love till I met you
Now I know I can do it so I need you to be my boo
No need to live life alone
We can be together
I can make you moan
You keep me from loosing my head
Cause when I do times stop, dead
I keep my strap cocked* cause I can
I’ll get out and kill cause I can
Girl all I want is to be your man
[sing] (Life is over everybody is rover*
Would you cry when I die I do know
I just want to love you so much
I just don’t need to get hurta* bunch
Girl what do I do, do I tell you
Or do I let my heart break?)
Westside
Spit no name
Gees my game
I got mo skill then slim thug
But still we chill on a Persian rug*
We straite Westside
We* da rest on da eastside
My father teaching me how to ride
Motherfucker let’s slide
I stay straite pimped out
Except when I’m limped* out
Come take a ride wit me
Drinken 8’ball wit a gee
Yeah spit it wit Dee
Well known crip
Wit a well know 9 mm
FEAL ME!
One Reason Why
From da front to da back
Everybody in da lack
Fucking cry
‘Cause I fucking what you to die
I can just blast
From da front to da back of dat* class
I am just a gee
Named lil’ Dee
When I kill
I just feel fo real
I can loose my mind
From da motherfucking dimb*
I don’t give a fuck
I just never have good luck
So I stay strapped up
All my life I stay rapped* up
I keep a 9 mm
Cause I’m a leader
Get da shit you blead
I got one reason not to die
But still these niggas try
The one reason is Monique
My own freak-a-leek
Do I write love songs?
Do I write love songs?
I don’t know but I love red thongs
Keep me lovin’ life
Keep me strapped with a knife
You keep me from going off
On everybody dat pisses me off
You keep my mind on the goal
You keep my flows on a role
I don’t stop
Never let my heart drop
Though I was incapable of love love till I met you
Now I know I can do it so I need you to be my boo
No need to live life alone
We can be together
I can make you moan
You keep me from loosing my head
Cause when I do times stop, dead
I keep my strap cocked* cause I can
I’ll get out and kill cause I can
Girl all I want is to be your man
[sing] (Life is over everybody is rover*
Would you cry when I die I do know
I just want to love you so much
I just don’t need to get hurta* bunch
Girl what do I do, do I tell you
Or do I let my heart break?)
Westside
Spit no name
Gees my game
I got mo skill then slim thug
But still we chill on a Persian rug*
We straite Westside
We* da rest on da eastside
My father teaching me how to ride
Motherfucker let’s slide
I stay straite pimped out
Except when I’m limped* out
Come take a ride wit me
Drinken 8’ball wit a gee
Yeah spit it wit Dee
Well known crip
Wit a well know 9 mm
FEAL ME!