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Hello, we are the Horse Hunters
A group primarily composed of four individuals
From distinctly similar and uninteresting backgrounds
We have come
Paranoia hitting all the presidents
Judging by the press nothing's in a mess
Ready for a war
Got the fuckin tanks
People dying but we sent the package in
20
for a dollar
And when he meet me, we finna get high
Like a greeting
He told me, "Drop five", I said
"I got you next time" long story short
I bumped my
feelings
In the A.M
Cause by the P.M
Yeah they'll probably go away
You gonna tell me
Just how much you love me
Then watch how we turn it to hate
I'm out
your eyes and you'll see what I see
Brothers are fallin, homegirls are callin
Themselves independent, but yo, we're all in
The same boat together, it
while Mase do-se-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a DAISY production
It stands for "Da Inner
was mates for ages
Her friends my friends by the end of the day
I'm saying As Salaam to my nigga Sadem
We found love in a hopeless place
What
You
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
Turn out we the perfect strangers, Larry Appleton and Balki
I was out east, when the text came in
With Tech sayin' what is 'bout to be
Before you fuck
a cheeseburger!
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for"
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
I don't know who you are anymore!
The voice on the speaker says
[Nas]
"What we need to be thinkin' about is the future!
We don't know what's in store tomorrow!
All we can do is just guess! We want the best for
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
of crime?
Havin a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine"
As I pearls to get cash, the swine
Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around
As black bones get
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
the sun rays to shine
Positive thoughts in your state of mind
Hustle smart, that's the way to grind
In these days and times
We need the sun rays to shine
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
waiting outside
Reservations are at eight hope we might make by 9
Know you've always been late but to me it's alright
Cause when we met this year everything
are gonna burn for what they did to you,
payback is a bitch & i hope they get what they deserve
burnin wit abala liein on the curb
.:ChOuRs:.
Another
sayin' if you tryin' to talk
We what you would call, niggas that talk it walk it and live it
Your music is not "murder," you an infamous mimic
You what
the news has every right to, yo, it's realistic
But they'll choose controversy over something positive
Now I know that's entertaining for some, but wait
they're bringing
Who can live without it I ask in all honesty
What would life be without a song or a dance what are we
So I say thank you for the music, for
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