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Kamachi!!!!! |
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JuJu Mob!!!! |
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I'm back y'all |
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C'mon |
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Yo, believe me I know the feelin' |
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Tryna escape the killin' |
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Wanna build a village for the little ghetto children |
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Wit lead paint pealin' from their project ceilin' |
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And tears for so many shot in the midst of the dealin' |
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We need... hugs and healin' to patch the wounds overtime |
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Bring the glossiness back to corroded minds |
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We was Kings beatin' drums in Mali |
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And now we stashin' drugs in alleys |
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So rowdy everyday feel just like wars in Saudi |
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Not exactly, but I know you get the idea |
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King I and "Quite Clear" |
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Ancient divine, sheer a lion glare |
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Don't hesitate to let loose the iron here |
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I keep spittin' it ill, cuz my strip is real |
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Was a broke nigga hittin' the field |
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Wit a clip and a steel |
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Catch 'em while he in his wheel |
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Don't wanna put money grip on his shield |
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But he don't wanna sunny dip killed |
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The blood splash on the kid is surreal |
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Full of couple of chips, there was nothin' to peel |
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This hood nigga give you somethin' to feel |
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Tryna change my life, no longer bang the steel |
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Or stand behind it |
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Cuz I done seen some days tryna clean my ways |
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But I'm barely out my schemin' phase |
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So watch out for the beamin' rays |
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THE GOSPEL!!!!!! |
