Song: Misery & Company-lyrics                                                                                            	                                                                                                                                                    	Hook Chorus: misery loving my company....3x                                                                    	                                                                                                                                                	Verse: As I take a look at this world; I see me falling/ Enemy's after me; So I'm calling/ Lord please help nigga wit his reign an his pain; I'm living in ah world thats so strange/ Cause everywhere I go; I see cops wit they hands on there gloc's/ They wanna pop ah thug / When some of my homeboys selling  drugs/ We dying young; We ryde or die/ Cause this shit not the same no moe; We all in this game to go/ We smoke some weed an drink some hen;Until we feel no pain no moe / But we witness the kids getting shot; Yea her little body just dropped/ Yea for being in the wrong spot/ now her momma crying; But who can tell when we ready to die/ So is that the case ah so many of my homeboys staying high; I know when them bullets come open wide fool/ Cause in the mean time; Its enjoy the sun shine/ Yea there will be another thug after you;....Cause;                                             	                                                                                                                                                	Hook Chorus: misery loving my company....2x                                                                   	                                                                                                                                                  	Verse: So throw up your mutha fucking hands; If ya feel the wrath of ah real nigga/ My hands stay on my mutha fucking trigga; If time comes I'll be ready to die/ Who'll know when its there time/ So picture my ghetto gloc;  Yea wait everybody dies/ Homeboys getting high but inside we cry/ Yea  for our homeboys that passed away; We turn'd tough/ As this living is ah enough/ When stressed out; We let our gloc's fly/ Cause in the mean time	its blood or love/ Stay distance from them bitches an jealous cops who wanna kill us/ Cause everytime we die by theses dead hands; We leave our homeboys with revenging hands; Cause....                                                              	                                                                                                                                                	Hook Chorus: misery loving my company....1x                                                                  	                                                                                                                                           	Verse: So bury me ah g' deep in the dirty; Full of ammunition an of weed/  Its still thug life until; I'm 6 feet, ah I will processed to stay real to my ghetto	hell/ Where we live by crack sells/ We soldiers of war were we live in ah war zone / Yea poverty not paying my rent; So we hustle for these ends/ Cause copper wanna stop us; By pulling out there glocker wanna pop us; cause...                                                                                                                                  	                                                                                                                                              	Hook chorus: misery loving my company....1x -End-