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(feat. Dona) |
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[Dona] |
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Word to mother, you my blood, they hate on us |
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Evils try to do you in, but they never could win |
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Anything happen to you, I'm the next to kin |
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Hustle like a Mexican, monumental battles |
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In the shadows of a don, in the name of the son |
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We gonna rise above, can't critize a thug |
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In the search for the American dream |
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Before you, I'd rather they fuck with me, too many questions |
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How the fuck did we meet? Too many lessons |
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I promise to never leave, even under pressure |
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I won't talk, I'd rather die, on my bloody knees |
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You know me, jealousy's never been a factor |
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You my nigga, before and after the paper |
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A hundred new reasons for niggaz to hate ya |
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Finally I find a place I call home |
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But the devil wanna strip me, takin' everything I own |
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[Chorus: Dona] |
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You can't break the bond |
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What don't kill you, will make you strong |
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It can't be weakened, the faith is strong |
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Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on |
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[Chorus: Cormega] |
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You can't break the bond |
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What don't kill you, will make you strong |
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It can't be weakened, the faith is strong |
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Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on |
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[Cormega] |
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I will pop a nigga top before you make a nigga drop |
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For your boy coked on oil, lay down the block |
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For you, I pleed the fifth, death before dishonor |
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When treachery's surround us, our cause ain't lost |
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It's destiny that found us |
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I done met real niggaz whose yet to meet your honor |
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You my legacy, jealousy will never be a problem |
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You share my street persona, and deepest knowledge |
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Of the ghetto, the grief and the drama |
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Even deeper is your intentions of feedin' your mama |
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Therefore we eatin' like we servin' those fiends at the carter |
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You need it, I got it, I die for you |
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Give me the chair, I'll fry for you |
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It's where you find loyalty, I keep the nine auto |
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How many times I told you? Non-scrimity, but then I trust |
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Even if try individually, we bend ya'll up |
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There's no equivalent, lyrically, I will give it to you niggaz |
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In a flash, like Pistol Pete |
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[Chorus: Cormega] |
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[Chorus: Dona] |
