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'It's not that I don't love you' |
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'You know how much I do' |
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(Islord - over chorus) |
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Yeah, Killa-Arm |
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This one here's for the people (word up) |
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To families livin in the ghetto |
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Babies, right there witchu |
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Peurto Rico (Japan, Africa) |
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(Chorus) |
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Make ya feel it, on the outside |
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And make ya feel it, on the inside |
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And make ya feel it.. |
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(Islord) |
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Have you ever seen a grown man cry? |
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Have you ever asked a grown man why? |
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Why do ya feel that way inside? |
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Sometimes I had to swallow my pride and settle for less |
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Lord don't settle for less, you more like the best |
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To me, as I pull my head out my skully, |
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and I give praise due to those who mean somethin to me |
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Moms, you incredible, you raised me all by yourself |
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Regardless of the situation, there was food in the shelf |
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Pops, you abandoned me, you left me all alone |
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In this cold warzone, I had to fence for my own |
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My sister Candie, probably the only one that understands me |
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Girl I love you to death, you never turned your back on me |
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La-Familia sick, I wish I had the hands to heal you quick |
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And rid you of a disease you livin with |
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A young father, I've been blessed with two little girls |
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You two jewels more precious than diamonds or pearls |
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A part of me from a different perspective |
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And any woman that I'm dealin with is gonna have to respect it |
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On the outside there's negativity |
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Please killa cause on the inside |
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Me and my team'll make you feel it |
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(Chorus) |
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Make ya feel it, on the outside |
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And make ya feel it, on the inside |
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And make ya feel it, on the outside |
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And make ya feel it, on the inside |
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And make ya feel it.. |
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(9th Prince - over chorus) |
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Word up, |
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It's like everyday, it's a struggle |
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Like floatin in a bubble |
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Burnin on the rocks, sticks and stones |
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And all that.. |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo |
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Mom I'm suspended from school |
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Boy I'm tired of your shit, black woman drivin the mothership |
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Own the company witcha man, incorporate |
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She told me I was handsome -- I know I look funny with big lips |
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But that's the love she had for her son, the 9th Prince |
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Forever you exist in my circumference |
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You left my brain numbness, at night sometimes I cry |
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Wipe the salty tears from my eyes, |
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and feel lies, life's no job |
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You caught up in the Beehive, |
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but mom, ever since you been gone ain't nothin changed |
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Rza got a new Range, I can't complain |
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Them fake cats, stay in they lane |
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Your grandaughter Angelica, is gettin bigger |
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More figures I gotta spend on Princess Corinthia |
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Pull LaVoyd pictures, back when fam was ghetto prisoners |
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Let's all hold hands, and sing for the listeners |
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(Chorus) |
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Make ya feel it, on the outside |
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And make ya feel it, on the inside |
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And make ya feel it, on the outside |
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And make ya feel it, on the inside |
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And make ya feel it.. |
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(Dom Pachino - over chorus) |
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(It's not that I don't love you) |
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Shit is just that real |
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Knowwha'mean, shit is definately just that real |
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(It's not that I don't love you) |
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Comin up in the ghetto and shit |
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You know, it's like sometimes ya just, |
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Sometimes, ya'know |
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It's like, it's like sometimes |
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Sometimes I catch myself sittin back, |
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scratchin the hair off my head |
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Thinkin about where I'm at black |
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Trapped in the worst part |
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I geuss so son, shit is fucked up though |
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The type of shit a young black man gotta go through, |
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everyday of his life, no matter where we at |
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They say we sell crack |
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Yeah we do son, so what do you expect us to do about it |
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I gotta eat, I ain't tryna starve for government |
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I know you lovin it, got us like rats and lamps |
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Just watchin us fade away, and it's sad |
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Like a rainy day, so what the fuck the president gotta say... |
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(Chorus to fade) |
