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I'ma dedicate this one to all my cats that's locked up Gravediggaz |
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We're tryin to dig you up out that grave right there |
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Yo |
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[Poetic] |
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Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell |
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My super thugs is all goin to jail, blowin their bail on ballin |
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When business and sales keep fallin, but when the streets keep fallin |
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My peeps keep crawlin, deep into the trench |
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With God-U's for self-defence, the war is intense |
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My warrior sin says manifest says send out the S.O.S., |
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Save Our Soldiers |
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Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time |
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Can we only get power, from a mass of crime? |
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Havin a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine" |
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As I pearls to get cash, the swine |
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Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around |
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As black bones get deposited into the ground |
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When I hit you with truth it hurts |
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You'll rather here about those spooks and ghosts |
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[Chorus x2: Poetic] |
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Don't let it get you down son, when the block's locked down |
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Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggaz get shot down dead |
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Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed |
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[Frukwan] |
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Yo, unleash the vent, build off the strength |
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De-orogatory switch, niggaz bust the snitch |
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A-alikes thinking foul, could see it |
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Fat ground crossed ya feet, thug God, the navy seal |
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For real, protect my own peeps from guns and shields |
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Let him heal, send him back in a stretched Deville |
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Most wanted, the most dangerous |
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Brain and guts bein spilled is the aim for us, plus |
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P.H.D.'s, never these, black niggaz get caught in traffic |
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Fittin the demographic |
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The Lone Ranger, 400 years still a stranger |
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Still gettin beat like a Harvey Wallbanger |
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Destined for rage and uprise, inherit the meak |
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Still enslaved in Romanian Greek |
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Guard the tally, your finale in the street |
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Mothafucka, I still rule the valley (what nigga?) |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Poetic] |
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Sufferin little children are comin to me |
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Livin in the ghetto and slums of misery |
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Ebony lives, they're subject to venom and lies |
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The black youth with minimum ties |
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No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide |
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Soul divide is self-suicide |
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You and I, should bond together |
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Unified, through the stormy weather |
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Do or die, you was born my brother |
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Nature's your mother, the most highest aura |
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Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethern, |
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Slippin inside of Hell's oven |
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Run by the devils that got no lovin |
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No wonder we all be buggin, pushin and shovin |
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We totally frustrated, aggrevated, agitated, mis-educated |
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Unappreciated, I got affidavits that date back to |
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David, that's why we're hated |
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Yet still we press on, even though the stress is the norm |
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And the address that we rest is wrong |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Frukwan] |
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My live Vietnam strong arms, I think with the trigger |
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Hold your own, sacrifice the world for a nigga |
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Word bond, Twelve Jewelz, the lifeline, vicular mind |
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Up under the fine, sexual architechtual structure |
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It only takes so much, in the trench hereditary |
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My heart pumped the cold city lights |
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I'm hypin up my niggaz to fight, y'aight |
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Million Man March cavalry, assault and battery |
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The double-edge style is single hand malice |
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Deep thick, a bomber in the world a piranha |
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NARCs bustin caps through your goose-down bomber |
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The Kay Creo, ridin patrol, artillery, feel me? |
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Fuck it, I'm all paramilitary, buckshots reign, the ruggeded terrain |
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Unless a nigga standin for change |
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The spoon fed lies are bein nothin but game |
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[Chorus x2] |
