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The way that momma raised us was pure faith |
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So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us |
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Or lay us down to sleep |
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Know the wolf from the sheep |
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Or the sheep who cried wolf |
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And threw the deadly hoof |
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While the wolf was asleep |
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I keep my mind a ghost |
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Follow my heart the most |
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Don't play fools too close |
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Sleep with my eyes at post |
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So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life |
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The knife sits by throats of the young |
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And blows death straight through the lungs |
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As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums |
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But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb |
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But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts |
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And the niggas by the nuts |
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Ear, tongue and butts |
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Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up |
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But, shit, you know what's up |
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We gotta get with the movement |
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And move men soon |
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They consume every womb who bares |
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Beneath the stairs of their doom |
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Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb |
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Chorus: repeat 4X |
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Cause Everytime I step to the microphone |
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I put my soul on 2" reels |
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That I don't even own |
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[Bootie Brown] |
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Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin |
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Slowly broke into the kitchen |
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To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran |
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As I ran up and down the TV stations |
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I witnessed Indian Joe |
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Getting tricked out of this nation |
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By a silly hillbilly |
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Who laughed as the shit happened |
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Everything's the same |
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The game continued into rappin |
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Deception is at an all-time high |
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You give a piece of your soul |
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To receive some crumbs from the pie |
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But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn |
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Even though it is my soul that I do not even own |
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Chorus: repeat 4X |
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[FatLip] |
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I was po', black and broke |
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Beyond a shadow of a doubt |
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Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out |
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Speakin about the time before I got signed |
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I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line |
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My big brother used to say I was an asshole |
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Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle |
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Of high school, why fool |
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Wit' foolish rules and guidelines |
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Fuck the cap and tassels |
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Said forget the trade and tried rhymes |
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Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2 |
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Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U |
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I grab the MIC one-time |
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Check it, 1-2, we in |
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Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians |
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Takin shit to the next level |
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Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
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