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The Curse of Money

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. I: The War Disc

1998

[Intro - Sleep]
Hey wassup Cube?
Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey
Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it?

gave them the world 
But I always had to do this by myself 
My momma just a junkie homie
Nigga what the fuck is wealth
I'm about to tie this belt around

sleep there that night and, uh, me
And my friend, Paul David Miller
We overslept and didn't go to church
And so we were, like
Trying to get dibs on this

of the trenches so they push me like I'm David Duke
Neighborhood hero
Motivation of my people
Thousands watching through that peephole
Who gon be there when there's

up 2020 still we soul mating
Don’t you find it funny how we’re so adjacent?
Crossing paths again had my soul waiting
Cause a life without you girl bet

Cause they was bragging to their friends, seen me and they went silent
Must be shook by my presence
Cause shadows cower when light brightens, it's ccg I

The Plan

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

the plan
Setup perfect why flop us
My man
It be me and you
Oh yeah 
Down by the river
Oh yeah 
Without guns and triggers
Wu man
Sunz plan is perfect from

shown. Forged by your fire his soul will be whole.

I've caused s such pain and grief my heart now filled with guilt
But with redemption in my grasp I'll

just barely getting by
I was on my way to the fire
I had too many soul ties
I was living off of the lies
I was living in a disguise
I don't understand

hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary
Bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga
Dumb nigga

or hate me I ain’t get caught up in your zen (yeah)

I freed my soul the very day I stopped giving a fuck
Opinions dont be paying bills, they just causing

massive shout out to tim westwood (dj spoonie)
Ah, my dj spoonies in the tracks
Spit an acapella run it den send it back
If people hurd it david talking

Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven

introduced formal,
In a Thano's snap, cpocalypse could be the next trend,
But They been... trying to Malcom X me and my X men, dj Soul-o..
Hook- scratching...

They say that it's tragic
If I get to rappin

My mag been loaded
So I get to blastin em'
Banana clip
It be full of potassium
Watch how I'm passing them

this house, so get yo feet off my damn lawn
You crowd up the scene, got the game wrong
Soul stealin ass rappers I aint fuckin with Shang tsung

or hate me it's all the same
One day you're here the next you're David Blaine
Mix prescriptions with liquor to numb the pain
Why the Devil always rain on my

secretive, but that's how I like to be
Be as it may, still quite polite indeed
In due time, suits and ties will try to ruin mine, believe me
But leave me

my sin all i seen was red
Was mislead by the people that i thought i can trust
Had My life surrounded by my own lust
He revealed to me who he was,

the Mediator sees a Pure soul after you repent
If he never knew me that'll Hit me like a Boulder to a Corvette
I'll be eternally bent
I just hope he sees among

it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind
See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no

a step ahead
Dry snitching in they raps niggas be the fucking feds
C.K. did the hook my nigga smoking on that medicine
Unc was serving white boy I ain't

me over so you i aint trusting
Bitches be bussin 
Cant trust a soul but got love for my fam, ima slide wit my cousin

Pop out (Uh!) big glicks big

Though the storms keep on raging in my life
And sometimes it's hard to tell the night from day
Still that hope that lies within is reassured
As I