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looking like they want the smoke They know where to find me, nigga (that's on gang) Gangland thshe get cropped outat's on BGizzle, I walk down on niggas
Just after midnight, they are bringing me my pills Just after midnight, lights are out...at Black Hill But they don't know me...they don't know me
worn out|At Forty Four|Chorus|These family wars oh |These Family wars||They lock their hearts just like there doors|But the devil has keys they're not
must of be deranged To make you the man of me You're sayin to me That you had to creep You did the ish and ish While I'm at home Getting sleep U out---at
a vacation to lessen the load I been stressed out, at my best now Get off my fucking chest now All the homies are blessed now Who I’m fucking you wouldn’t have
rjecit Hop outat ce ti Swana Pa ce ti versove ljecit U winu cu te sprjecit Jer neas kaj za reci Moj flow te oduzima Nemres ga se rjesit Zato velim nis od
strippers slide down from the top Follow me, I want you to enjoy everything In the middle dancing, throwing ones at the center stage Walking out at 7 AM,
other way outAt the gates of existence, mirror reflects inner self Transform yourselfFace - Face your demonsFoundation breaksIt swallows you away
comin' outat the speakers Are the only way I've got left to reach ya My soul plays the keys, and my heart plays the drums I need you to hear me so turn
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