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Gs get locked up and die, mostly over beauracray |
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And hypocrasy remains unchanged |
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Keep yo brains unchained |
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Or ain't a thang gon change |
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If the pain don't stain |
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Then ain't a thang been gained |
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And that's just plain insane |
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So I refrain from lames |
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Ain't never played no games |
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And I ain't gon lay no blames |
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Cuz I'm black and still trill, too |
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Take from me, |
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I will kill you |
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By whatever means available |
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Whatever's viable asyllable |
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It's hellable of shit niggaz |
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This ain't no click of just niggaz |
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This is an order of |
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Dungeon Family, |
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Renegade Crusaders |
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And we gone make you believe in this here shit like we made us |
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Just like he ain't paid us |
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These crack ass niggaz must really think though as if we made it |
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Niggaz lift ya shades up |
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So I can see the soul of the fakers that |
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I'm terriifying |
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Out here thundering, still clapping |
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And the lightening still blinding |
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The truth still hurts |
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Comin' real still works |
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Kilts and steel skirts |
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Though they still twerk |
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Emotions still leave niggaz to idiotic actions |
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And lots of people still caught up in just physical attractions |
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The fans, the business, the life so demanding |
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But they still ain't did shit cuz out here we still standing... |
