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ain't talking Veldar
Man they took it too far
It's for life with these scars
Yugh
The church in Birmingham
The march in Alabama
RIP to Dr. King Selma was

throw him a band, damn
Be the same type of n***** won't look out for their mother 
So for sure they won't look out for they brother
Damn

In the belly

the ranks
We've come from the mountains
Of the Old Empire State
With the Stars and Stripes above us
Prepared for any fate
Prepared for any fate
Prepared for

chew a nigga up for the Butter cups 
And u the one she cuff in the Summer 
She gon come right back to us 
And let us slut her out 
It's doubts bout ya

all this dough
Ha, cut the crap, you know you falling for some fake ass hoes
Damn, I feel bad, please take a Hi Chew mango
Make 10 bands a week off all

come together like wall of death at rock concerts 
Right now put up a fist an army of sheep led by a lion Rise Against 
As good as it gets but I'm still

Sweet Jane

Lone Justice

BBC Live

1994

Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,

Aye
Aye
Hmm
Hmm
(Ha)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Im in this bitch with Lil'6ixx,
Thinking of ways we tryna get rich
Play with us nigga we busting ya shit, Uh
Big

Run shit here, ya'll just live here
Smino-ly Bible I live by
Cross my heart, hope to die nigga if I'm lying
Only bands make me march
I beat the odds

burn the plantation
And build mansions with the bands you make
Now Tyler Perry got a whole got damn studio on a old confederate army base
If that ain't

sparked by pride
Power through ravenous greed

Violence scarred us, Unnecessarily  slain
Inevitable sorrow, brought forth by the pain
Peasants die

with the cash 
Im cooling with my cuzzos 
Better yet call us march bros 
I got sum fam where you can't go
My pack got my high by the angels 
Saving that

with the cash 
Im cooling with my cuzzos 
Better yet call us march bros 
I got sum fam where you can't go
My pack got my high by the angels 
Saving that

six bands out of Sommerset
Droppin' so much heat, but it's the winter, is it summer yet
Bitch, I got these bags around the crib like I'm an army vet
2K

on me they just wanna be us
We earn stripes for this
Never thought if I would make it out that I'll be risking shit
Told my bruddas Ima have they back

Fuck the Fuck Off

Shaggy 2 Dope

F.T.F.O.

2006

off)
This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)

I don't need a fuckin band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks

like my double dup
Stain who, bitch I'm wit AR, we let that choppa bust
Bitch who's stoppin' us
We got glocks up in this bitch, we ridin' like a army

Montana
Stacks in the lounge
Cuban smoke in the lungs
Snorting powder off her nanas
Say hello to my friends
You goin have bring an army to harm us a little

Sweet Jane

Eater

All of Eater

1995

Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,

to Hotpot got beef on the furnace
Came out a club but a lion emerges
When I walk by, they just clutch on they purses
Got so much ice that I keep in

Versace the cloth you can tell by the liner
They clocking my run and I'm beating the timer
I'm open whenever for smoke like a diner
Got wetty baguetteys
Hit

just waiting for the baton

Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead

don't start me

I've been on ten, levelled up again, I remember praying for a miracle
Getting to the bands, racks switching hands, money journey feeling

Right under the sun
I'll take some eggs for breakfast
Where you trynna go
I'll take you anywhere that you want
Im trynna have like three m's put up
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