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it [Chorus] (???) Young niggaz stay hungry for war Bred and raised by hustlers and whores Born the struggle in this jungle, escape poor While
And ain't no stoppin, once a nigga start It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days Under the moon, is where I was born and raised And doomed
in the dark And ain't no stoppin, once a nigga start It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days Under the moon, is where I was born
heat Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene As that nigga that nigga that nine
[Lil Wyte - Talking] Wassup with y'all? I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy for making all this possible you know what
the talking heads Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds. Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home.
the square, sell it by the o I run through snow like a reindeer The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard I got blue
goes my heat, not Tweet (uh) I'm not sweet (not sweet) you could hear it Or fear it, and read it and weep and get dirty in a week Somebody ring
breathe is gory, disinegrate ya no need for stories for the police, my flow heat leave no evidence no sediment I burn books, there's no testament
and Certified stand tall above ridiculous under-achievers And constant non-believers I'm on stage with a hanful of panadols handin them out 'cause of the head
her pussy blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back And my heat up under the seat ready