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Verse 1
They Was Rebels & Running 
You Couldn’t Tell ‘Em Nothing 
They Was Young & Dumb 
They Was Learning & Stumbling 
We Would Learn They Mistake

You've been struck by
You've been struck by

(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa,

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

clothes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sittin' on the grass layin' side by side

You could be my baby
When I look at my lady
Girl, you

now it's time
For us to stand up and say
You know what
We gon take it too
By any means necessary

You want us to be focused on the bigger tasks
Here it

Downtown Assassins

Snoop Dogg

Tha Doggfather [Bonus DVD]

1996

Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion

I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is

exposed

Look at my pinky, you can tell it is froze
I'm dabbin' over here, foreign clothes

Pussy niggas sweet just like some lemon
You sweet just like some

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“My Jesus I Love Thee” Written by William Ralph Featherston | Public Domain
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VS 1:
I've

days i was downbad now my life televised
And ima rollie rockstar i can not do no ties
I don't give no handouts to these niggas they not by my side
Woke

the undertow
Can't spot a figure on dry land
And afterthoughts of safety
When in truth, none to be had
None to be had

I used to tell time by my shadow

Now do that shit sound like I'm popping ho
I whip on that stove and keep going until it's a pot of gold 
Don't tell me you love me I know my heart

right, D-Von? (Nowhere to be found)
Now, we down here, on the Southside
Once again, no Gangstas to be found
Tell em D-Von (no Gangstas)
But you know what?

Take 2 With Me

MC Eiht

We Come Strapped

1994

[INTRO]
Damn. 5-0 at my motherfuckin front door
Tryin to get us , ya know I'm sayin
But Eihthype ain't sleepin
Gyeah , my niggas on the run know

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye

the stress but were good now
Overlook the town we can finally look down

of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean

Nowhere to Hide

Foreign Legion

Kidnapper Van: Beats to Rock While Bike-Stealin'

2000

explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops

Niggas Bleed

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

shook
Thought a nigga was comin' for the safe
Now she breakin', shut up, 112, what's shakin'
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear
They look gay
In a black

pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,

with that flashlight (yeah)
I look so good when I touch myself
(Uh) , find out what the head like (Uh)
Mama said I wouldn't rap tight so I
Rap like my

praying for a while now
Honestly I wish you were a genie
To grant me my three wishes
As if I were aladdin and you were mr. Williams
There's so much going

the truthÂ…why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totinÂ' young brothas 
That the man is glad to see us out there killinÂ' one another

Yea yea
I know I know
I know i look good
U aint gotta tell me
Katt williams
Self esteem
Confidence
On shit cant say to me
Thought i was a blessing in

by bitches (four of 'em)
I'm lookin' like William but they ain't my girlfriends (nah)
Bruh, I'ma spin on your block back to back
When they finish it