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why
Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine we'll understand it all by and by
When death has come and taken our loved ones it leaves our home so lonely
[Chorus]

[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
rodney king
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like j. cole and shoot at cops
In the same spot till the case closed, purge

We are dying,
like cole, when I sexual harass em'

'Cause bitches want you beat it with passion
Niggaz want to you to clip up and clap em'
And hide the body like
your vicinity from now until infinity
Burning it down, we build it back from the ground up
J vigilantes are back on a round up -
But we're trying
like cole, when I sexual harass em'

'Cause bitches want you beat it with passion
Niggaz want to you to clip up and clap em'
And hide the body like
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]

J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
Yo word the fuck up this is for.. (DJ Mr. Len) 
The motherfuckin (El P) undisputed (Stylemaster) 
CoFlow (Phase 2) Bigg Jus (yo check it)
All right, everybody shut up
I said shut up!
Now are you ready to play the game?
No!
Are you ready to play the game?
Yeah!

The Game
Playing
It's the return of iri-stealth, the intelligence plane
I'm picked up by radar, but too late, here comes the rain
I make you feel wingtip audiomatics
I
the earth and crawl
Call me J-O-B cause I'm workin y'all
I'm workin' y'all, I ain't unemployed I got my hustle up
Y'all funny style niggaz got me bustin'
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
Whats up white girl? 
Drink, smoke, party ya ass off 
You know you ain't got no ass to party off 
But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks 

I
if you've got a gun
Or a new stepson or you think you're gonna bail, hell

Tee tee green, mezzanine
Ended up beside the team
And gave a cheer, got some
shorty.

See J did Scotland and everybody jocked him I did Scotland 
And got no props for it 
Naw that just fucked up my jay's
Which fucked up my day
rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
child to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You