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SOMETHING FOR JUNKIES FT. FABO
Killer Mike
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Get doing something for love
Get, oh my
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Something for the addicts, something for the users
Something for the junkies and the substance abusers
Something for the car washers, something for the shade tree
Something for my uncle Jeff, he died and they paid me
Something for kin folks in front of my storefront
Shout-out to Terrence dad, I never hit your blunts
Cause that was them blow blunts, that wasn't them dro blunts
That was them geek joints and I got slipped one
Man I was geeked once, man that was no fun
I had to call mom cause I am Denise' son
She said "Stay calm, chill out and eat something"
Laughed at me later, said "You were just geeked son"
This is for geek monsters, this is for junkies too
What Ready Ron did to DMX did somebody do to you
Ay, this is for the J's working hard to get paid
Pay 'em fair wage and do not treat your people like slaves
Something for junkies, something for losers
Addicts and users, substance abusers
This is something for junkies, something for losers
Addicts and users, substance abusers
Something for junkies
When you see men fall, don't laugh
Learn, learn because you're on your way up
And the things that tempt people to fall, you and I
Are not free from that temptation nor from the weakness
That will cause us to stumble and fall
When you laugh and somebody else's fall, white or black
Rich or poor, your enemy or your friend
You are laughing and opening a way for
Your own demise when you do that
Because to laugh and not learn
To make mockery and not to understand
Is to make the same mistake yourself
(This is another world out of the world you see)
Woke up straight, travel great, counting my money
Had a quick convo with my auntie the junkie
I tell her baby you've been going too hard lately
See you like 60 baby but you've been looking 80
She said "Shit, Michael I've been smoking since '80"
Before the shooters, back when we still called it freebasing
She closed her eyes, fantasized 'bout better times
When she was beautiful, fine and still snorting lines
She told me stories of glory, the club saying Suzy
Atlanta night life was glamor, rich black bougie
A damn movie, she says puffing a damn loosie
Trigger warning, the next moment she took a hit
She zoned out, came back, took a spit
Looked at me said all of you got the same shit
She said, "Michael, you say you love me, I know you mean it
'Cause you still treat your junkie auntie like a human being"
Something for the junkies, something for the user
Something for the world all around us that abuse us
Something for the lifestyle, don't never let it do ya
That's another world out of the world you see
Something for the junkies, something for the user
Something for the world all around us that abuse us
Tina went to school with me, that was baby Jordan's sister (Something for the lifestyle, don't never let it do ya)
She was bustin' 380 when I was down in Florida with her (That's another world out of the world you see)
I was young Paco a Dominican, a starter pistol
She used to tell me she loved the hell out of this Georgia nigga
Never take for granted what you love the most
I cried when I lost her to an overdose
The streets, they don't tell you about the ghosts
And you just can't ignore all of the junkies you see
Ay, buddy only want one, but he brang back five
He get the whole pack off so you can get fly
It's your uncle, it's your cousin, it's your partner on the sly
Know somebody somewhere praying
"I hope my mama don't die"
Oh
I know somebody praying that my mama don't die
Something for the junkies and users
Oh oh oh oh oh
Something for the junkies and users and abusers (hmmmm)
Somebody out here praying that my mama don't
My mama don't, my mama don't (uh uh uh)
And I hope my mama don't, don't die uh uh uh)
Know somebody somewhere praying
"I hope my mama don't die"
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