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Let it go
(Let this angel go)
Let go
(Time is passin' 'til the come)
Big beef, big beefin' with the
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the as we growl, motherfucker

We are in the last motherfuckin' days
is Revelations, if it don't go down now
That mean aye'body was
Can you yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the do you believe in?

Say to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, eye
Ain't afraid to a rat up
But I hot out

My album hit the
We for record sales
Hit my store
Let my niggas about in jail

Till the squad cars accel', it's to my as we yell
This here's some bullshit, pit bulls in the bull pen
that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he fashion
L.A. looters, throw your on
Gambini got his on and now we gonna be blastin'

I'm married to the game and year's the same
rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only you believe in
Empty the if niggas give you the reason

Never was the to be stuck and duckin' and weavin' by the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz, baby, the industry's hell it

Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

in, they grill and get the real
'Cuz expressions can a lot
Threw my trust in progress
And you guessin' I a lot

The paper got us dressin' and
We a lot
Confessions get us blessings the Lord
We sin a lot

will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy, they label me a bad guy
Now who am I?

P. Diddy muthafucka
Do or
Don't a fuck motherfucker

through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition,
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's down

And mami wants to out
So bought the computer
Yes, stress more
out the foster home

If I had a just talked to the
Tell her 'bout how she had designers
Can she come buy me?
Come ride with me, provide me a gun

Slide the road, come get high with me
You don't weed with me anymore
You don't need me
Believe me bitch, shit, I've on the floor

Who been left a black out
up the stack house
Comin' out detention or they rat
(Come on, it up, ride through)

Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Insidious, hiddious, gritty 'cuz she that in the club
Smack the in a mini
Whitiest beefin' the mistress
Can see they beatin' up

Got even the kids pickin' up pennies and nickels
'Cuz fallin' in love with his teddy book
Give them livin' and pinning a minimum a penny
Gotta be

We all earn our dollar it is the sour element
What kinda is this that I be reapin'
and talking' how it's for money
And ending up going back, we made forty one trips
Yeah, we want it that, you know what I bring

Yeah, yeah,
See you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if I'm who you came to see, then do you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right
And if you sleep, turn dream to a nightmare

Niggas creep, no sleep, feel the heat
lookin' at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, your clips
on my mind, packin' bullets from the mines, muthafucka's

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to lock you
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to lock you
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,