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we give our life to You have the right to be loved By everyone who's willing to love you They say blood is thicker than water I say love is
who you wit! If you hang wit the squad, you bound to get scarred Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggas run the yard 'Round here we blow trees,
and the democrats would gloat But they're all amazed when Rutherford Hayes Wins by just one vote D:James Garfield, someone really hated Cause he was
seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal
my words cause, it's physics That's unexplainable like God They proof reading my shit, and can't find any errors It's hard for them to admit that
As soon as they pay us we ready to go, go! Okay, I’m finna tweak a bit I been on fire, I’ma keep it lit You can tell by the tone That I greet you with If
they the ones who be hatin' I be shocking these niggas like Raiden Get love in LV like the Raiders Send shots to my ops with no chaser My XD got a dick
name is Iverson I lost my ring, but I'm trying man What if police started dying man? Up in the streets, where they fire man By any means, I'm a Malcolm
a chicken And I don't play baseball But I got a bat if they fucking pitching Snakes in the grass Snitches in the system Man am on a mission Tryna write bars
white, and tan Each one a spark Light in the dark Who stood apart By what was in their heart Clap clap clap for the heroes Let’s show em some love
again, pay five again If the squad get firin', let the big ting rise again They don't worry 'bout sirens And I'm wanted by Trident (One) 'Cause my
on the back of my bike And-a we went riding Down by old man Johnson's farm I said now, overcast days never turned me on But something about the clouds and her
Where are you? Why is there no love anywhere? (Yeah) (Uh-huh) Who the fuck said you was invited? It was uncut and you just defiled it End
was Christmas In Carol Johnson's mind And they called her Christmas Carol There's not a Christmas song She couldn't sing i remember Christmas Carol
Meech not rollin' up That's like Magic Johnson donatin' blood She loves them rappers but only niggas that's lyrical (like me) I love them bitches I
Like, hot The haters can't fuck with it Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with It (and they niggas) Sound man holla black come with it
nowhere to go (nowhere to go) (Listen) Two words, United States, no love, no breaks Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks Big Macs, fat
wonder who was the last person she called Were her and mama on good terms Did she and her friends Have next day plans Before they closed their eyes
who you wit! If you hang wit the squad, you bound to get scarred Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggas run the yard 'Round here we blow trees,
know who isn't Find out about the Syndicate by siphoning comms a little Whip off white in my pocket, I'm the Virgil of television Push all my niggas into
the slack i load that fifteen foot Pirogue US mailboat down Jump start my Johnson and Spread the love around junk mail Bills and birthday cards on the Last
ducking shots, sis pushing the whip That was blazing, amazing who jumping to choose When they staring at the end, got nothing to lose Don't confuse, love
the skin off a slave's back Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact History is his story is true for roots of facts Bitch So they're in
social status Mostly full of hope but lately I've been so embarrassed Surrounded by these snakes But I ain't climbing any ladders Love is such a joke My
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