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All rap for everybody, West Cola |
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Open up my 3rd eye, let my spirit speak |
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Time to re-unite the family |
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Military Mind, searchin for thug heaven |
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Bullys wit Fullys |
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{Verse 1} |
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Scrutinize my roots, and recognize the troops |
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I'm still a G with exceptional capabilities |
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I know they plottin on killin me, but it's checkmate |
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Snake eyes, venomous tongue increasin death rates |
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It ain't no love in this blood sport, county support is all we need |
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So many lost souls blinded by the liquor and weed |
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I made a change in my life and got some get right |
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Finally livin decent, no more creepin after midnight |
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I respect the words that my grandfather told to me |
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Don't be innocent, militant is how we supposed to be |
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You know, God bless the child who can hold his own |
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Dodgin prison, still livin in my enemies zone |
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But I ain't scared of death, you know we all die hard |
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You either charge it to the game or the Mastercard |
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The devil lurks when we hard at work, best to pray |
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Cuz when my homies call I'm quick to turn back to Killa Tay |
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It ain't no fairy tale, the good Lord made me this way |
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Demon schemin on my soul to live and die in the Bay |
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I take steps through the valley of death |
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My thug religion got me pointin fingers at the system |
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My military mind, nine chambers deep, but still searchin for peace |
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M-O-B Cali G's go to church and they sneak |
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Don't judge me, unless we in court, for jury trial |
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I'm on a hunt, it's **** season ain't no reason to smile |
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The first to die hard, the tragedy, agony of defeat |
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Military minded blinded by the sparks from the heat |
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It gets deep, I'm cheddar chasin, takin the fifth |
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I hustle heavy til my whole thug nation is rich |
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I put it down for Freddie Smith and Lil' Toney Loc |
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Cuz they real folks representin the West Coast |
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The Mafia Clique, I take it back to when the Feds first hit |
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Paranoia in my brain, but ain't no reason to trip |
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I come equipped ???, stick and move like Sugar Ray |
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Cuz it's thug life, all day every day |
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Killas on the payroll, my soul rest with G-o-d |
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But ain't no pity on my enemies, we still the realest |
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Let the games begin, I never die but I multiply |
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Buggin when the cops roll by, I'm still alive |
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Military mind got my fans thinkin I'm nuts |
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Pathetic visions til I finally touch, so let the world know |
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{Hook} |
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I declare war on the industry |
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I hope these Jews ain't offended, but I'm AWOL, strictly independent |
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If you wanna sell rap you gotta buy it from us |
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Soundscan ain't the truth, I know they lyin to us |
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It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust |
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White man got a plan to see us all locked up |
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Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind |
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Check ya history, and see the signs, it's Black Power |
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{Verse 2} |
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Ain't no future in frontin hard, the young and heartless |
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Raised with thug methods, still subjected to the darkness |
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Nowhere to hide, I'm being stalked by my shadow |
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My spirit grow slow, but now I'm losin my homies |
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I see this picture white clear, ain't no love in these streets |
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Release my anger from the past, now I'm finally complete |
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I'm in a different world, livin right, my life brand new |
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You better recognize the real before it happen to you |
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My point of view is just opinion, but I'm smarter than most |
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And G-o-d the main reason I believe in the ghost |
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I know my close folks feel me, cuz my prayers been workin |
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I see these haters livin jealous, on the sideline smirkin |
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I punish enemies, they remember me, no way to forget |
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Cross the system, become the victim of a Mafia hit |
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I split the chips with my labelmates, we ballin again |
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Discussin hustlin with the lunatic when he call from the pen |
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{Hook} |
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I declare war on the industry |
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I hope my homies ain't offended, but I'm AWOL, strictly independent |
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If you wanna sell rap you gotta buy it from us |
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Soundscan ain't the truth, I know they lyin to us |
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It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust |
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White man got a plan to see us all locked up |
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Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind |
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Check ya history, and see the signs, it's Black Power |
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{Verse 3} |
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I was dreamin but I swore I heard a voice yellin "wake up" |
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Tricked off half of my life, it's time to make up |
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I'm walkin with the Lord, speakin from the Scriptures |
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Had my second son, but I lost another sister |
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To the dope game, believe me drugs kill |
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And my love's real, so retrospect what a thug feel |
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I asked God to forgive my sins |
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And take the pain from my brain so I can live again |
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I know my grandmama spirit in me guidin me through |
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I know you hear them voices in ya head lyin to you |
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But what you see ain't true, Lord knows we need help |
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Ain't no knowledge being spread, all my people seek wealth |
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We ain't lookin for ourself, tell me where the love at? |
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Daddy payin child support but momma hooked on dubb-sacks |
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Understand my anger, I ain't no stranger to this danger |
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Orchestrate my clique, and it makes us a hazard |
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{Hook} |
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I declare war on the industry |
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I hope yo momma ain't offended, but I'm AWOL, strictly independent |
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If you wanna sell rap you gotta buy it from us |
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Soundscan ain't the truth, I know they lyin to us |
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It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust |
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White man got a plan to see us all locked up |
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Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind |
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Check ya history, and see the signs, it's Black Power |
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Yeah, we gotta understand |
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That it's a white man's job and plan |
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To infiltrate anything that the Black man does |
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Divide and conquer |
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We need unity, so stop killin up yo thug nations |
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And direct yo anger towards the real enemy |
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Ride or die |
