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want to be there, don't you want to know?
Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow

Blow for
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
want to be there, don't you want to know?
Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow

Blow for
of
The man from Galilee
Well your laws are for dummies, yes
Your institutions dead
I say we're out to blow the trumpet
To wake you all from bed, from bed

We
know de truth,
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row,
An' only five on points;
De res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson,
Murphy an'
Have this one!
Dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da
Dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da!

(Yeah)
(Right)
Half alive and stark raving free in
Come on, come on mek mi see your hands in di air

Yo cause a full time now let the trumpet sound
A full time now Babylon going down
A full time now mek
you form along
To form a life, they're for my life
And I find myself a truth
Something so profound and now it's sitting there
Surrounded by
socrities
Gettin' all these keys at playa prices
Top notch ho by da name of Icess
Soak it up qick 'cause da game is priceless
Money and mackin' is nothin'
and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly

[Pharrell]
Click, click, blow (Uh)
Click, click,
a burger with a nickle-plated burner
Still burnin rubber, bustin rubbers
And these bitches under cover
Tell the truth I ain't a lover
But I fuck her like
get a taste of my hood
I'm da captain of the corner
Khaki's and Coronas
Now we gotta show em
So let's patch em up and blow em
Now, blow the dice,
of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm wit you
But if you live by the gun, you gon' die by the pistol

If the D.A. ask me to tell, I'm like uh uh
back
So when you come through this bitch, hell yeah we coming strapped

[Z-Ro]
Motherfuck I heard a trumpet blow, what happened to the sun my nigga
First
(uh uh)
na na na na na
na na na na na na (uh uh)
(uh uh)
na na na na na
na na na na na na

[Chorus]
If the D.A. ask me to tell I'm like (uh
to smoke
Drankin' good, him and I, on the go
Cup for cup, blow for blow, high or low
In da wind, crashin' in, settin' it off, pass the hen'
Out the in,
has turned to needles in my heart
But I'm to blame for all the bad parts
By the choices I've made (hey hey)
That's why I turn my face away
I watch
wear a bulletproof
So I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do?
But I'm a leave it to
God,
the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo
Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album
Who'da thought a country wide
ready to cock choppers back and let 'em go bang

Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang
Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up
throwin' up their dubs 

Just want to give 'em what they needin', and show 'em love 

Truth is I'm a thug 

But I still can blow, so what 

So tell
the floor, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof
So I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if
the floor, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof
So I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if
braids
Dranking all the hate away

So dudes ya do what I do
Y'all don't want no guns play
45 AK
Make get low anyday

I ain't lie, I tell da truth, man
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for