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in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure, As she sits by da bar she sips cristy, In the mist of da party, They bump hits by J.D., Da B-R-A-T, we
picture god eaten by gray dogs He stayed in his world And he sidely sweard To tell the truth, that DeVon was like "Your out of cure boo" Wisegod Allah,
Love passed us by Before the chance was asked to take We had to hide behind the vows we couldn't break More than just friends But to others we
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods Like
now we got mobile phones Me and my homies used to battle at the park We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark We used to wear cross
crowds As torturas - the tortures (in the 60's, a lot of people were tortured and killed by the government) De longe vem a forte chuva - from far comes
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up Church?" when I ride by in That blacked out Ford GT They write me stuff in my PO Tell me 'bout their broken homes Tell me 'bout
on to perform storms blew up Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal Science, that's heavily guarded by
on to perform storms blew up Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal Science, that's heavily guarded by
government for the people, by the people' What people? We ain't equal Discriminated against for race, religion, education And you call this a nation? I'm
Happy holidays Let me come here and talk to you I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin' (Great John on the beat by
when the rents due Yet thankless if things do improve And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through It's all about the groove the publics into We was
dance like if I was Albert Alien People just love it when the Biz starts to play With my (beatboxing), and by the way Skeezing with a girl is
the fuck up, nigga?) Turn Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no) I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah) Sometimes you gotta lose the battle
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's Malik my hobby's putting
thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
But I gotta learn in order to teach Then I gotta burn in order to reach My niggaz Yo, I see what I see day by day Hoping that the Lord will pave
I just bagged a half a brick by eye Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs Jakes try question me about a headshot bro I was sitting in the sun I was
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me, From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets, So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes 'cause
eyes closed, hands up, dancing by myself|Oh, I never felt nothing better|Baby how could I know you'd come rushing down from Heaven|Now my heart is open
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