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That will tell us where she'll be
Can you find him?
Yes, he's here in London
We must somehow find a way inside
I think Fosco would welcome me
you in disguise
All rise I am getting by no lies I am getting high
I am not worried about the next you can bet
I will get mine my old lady got
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
handlin'
With the MAC in the Ac' door panelin'
Bandagin' MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Situation on lives from state to state
Rent to pay, state debate, contract dates
Cheddar in error, slave mental death to the treasure
Washing my robe in
goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty
I remember beatin down the block
Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo
Everybody rap, though they hood was compton
by the industrial wheel
On the waterfront
But down the dockland late at night
The fires of London burn so bright
No one cares, or sheds a tear
can not breathe
Three policemen hold him down
In a land that's known as freedom
Too many black lives being stilled
Murder by knee in the first degree
fiends off wit food
For a Snicker bar, they knock on your door
Come and get you god
Hit you harder than a crack pipe
Live the gat life
Gettin drunk, full
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old equipment in the studio kept breaking down. All this kind of things were going on. But
I can not breathe"
Three policemen hold him down
In a land that's known as freedom
Too many black lives being stilled
Murder by knee in the first
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists hit
Billy said this town is dying
It's dying just to be like me
He was fighting everything in sight
Died when he was twenty-three
I used to meet
Pull up to the Pharmasave in Vernon, lock eyes with a junky there
Load-in through the alley door and make my way to the club upstairs
c volunteer
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
know... it's the next thing you know
Men they poked their heads in your kitchen door
Smelt something burning and they were sure
It must be the flag you
kick
In they fucking door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down
And slice they neck, then I get respect
Even though I might pay the price
I'm living
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
bringing down the door
Man they searching for that cocaina
Now my boy is deported back to Punta Cana
Yea, though they try to set me up like hurricane
I
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