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Slyte - Tragic lyrics

Artist: Slyte

album: Book of Fire


(Paging Mr. McCann)
(Mr. McCann, step to the front)
You really got to relax, man
Just take it easy
You worry about these things too much
I mean if it's out of your control, what can you do?
(Mr. McCann)
Don't you ever question my fuckin' loyalty
I been in this shit, been lookin' out for all y'all niggas
Oh now y'all hungry, now-
Now y'all fuckin' hungry
(Dat way) Cheer up
Been in it, push up my percentage
No gimmick, I'm the last McCann in it
No scrimmage, this life you don't image
Ran through yo door, copped everything in it
It's a tragedy
More like lottery
Eyes rollin' inside of me
I smell ya fear, ya reekin' of sodomy
All that dick ridin' betrayed where you stayin'
There ain't no lyin' to me
Ain't no cryin' to me
You deserve this hot iron to ya tummy
Takin' them lines from me, takin' them eyes from me
Shuck and a jive for me, it's okay I got ya bitch
She suckin' the life from me, takin' a mile for me
Give it a rise for me, how I put it?
These succubi be bustin' forever, they ridin' for me
It's a tragedy, it's a tragedy
Young black man with no strategy
It's a tragedy, it's a tragedy
Be safe fuck 12, they stay after me
Been in it, push up my percentage,
No gimmick I'm the last McCann in it
No scrimmage, this life you don't image
Ran through yo door, copped everything in it
It's a tragedy
This a tragedy
This a tragedy
This a tragedy

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