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Na Man |
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They lie y'all |
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Your sight |
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Blood type |
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Here comes my boys, Plug 3 and 2, |
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my name's Plug 1, I'm here to do |
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the job that you respect of me |
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that ties the rap to open eyes daily, to |
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know how, supervision, the incision |
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of a song that cut a smile across your face for life, |
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sometimes the body needs to feel stressed to appreciate the joy |
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Here comes my boys, Plug 3 and 2 |
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my name's Plug 1, had a third son, here to do, |
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lets move the heart sort out the light load |
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in our desire to be famed |
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daylight open eyes to know how |
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song that cut a smile across your face for life, |
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well keep your arms raised |
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listen to this track for long |
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that I choiced full of soul |
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Ayo |
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Give it up, your not in |
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shame to play against my men |
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keep longs to blow just like |
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Gabrielle's done in your sight |
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move the heart to every blood type |
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through the guards in every blood fight |
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after war, pass peace pipe |
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ask forgiveness, cease strifes |
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Down a stack, c'mon man c'mon c'mon c'mon |
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Right the stack |
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They lie y'all |
