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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar |
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What's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove? |
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Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way |
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I got my son a gun for his birthday |
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Now we've had enough, everybody wants to be tough |
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But I give the props to brothers on my level |
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Instead of trying to be above |
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'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love |
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Look deeply in each other's eyes, you know we are the ones |
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Racism is a cloud that blocks us from the sun |
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One brother speaks in African, one sings Jamaican songs |
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Both of them are black men, but they still can't get along |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every night |
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But Momma's gettin' tired, and Poppa hits the pipe at night |
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I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, got |
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I hope she hugs me, 'cause she never dug me |
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I figure still I hustle, tussle with the fool at school |
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The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought she says he's freakin' her |
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Had the doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought 'em, then she slapped me |
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Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars |
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Goddamn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies |
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Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty |
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We try to cry, but still they all die |
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I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all high |
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What can I say but watch your back, youngster |
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As I sit and wonder, my other brother's steadily goin' under |
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It's like a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse |
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Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a hearse |
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Wussup wit the love? |
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This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn |
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A tragedy, because from them there was so much to learn |
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You will find the key to life is checking for you friends |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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I got to let you know that I'm in love with you |
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(Dope fiends sellin' their babies) |
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I'm so in love with you |
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(I know man, you can't even say 'what's up' to a brother no more) |
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People, I'm in love with you |
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(Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't know me man) |
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Yes I'm in love with you |
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(I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?) |
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Yeah, man, I'm strapped let's go hit 'em |
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It blows my mind to see so many people sufferin' |
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(So many people) |
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It blows my mind to see so many people down |
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(Everybody's down) |
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And I just can't understand, why there must be such fighting |
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(Everybody's acting crazy) |
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It blows my mind to see the pain that's all around |
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(The pain that's all around) |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
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Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love? |
