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The way that momma us was pure faith
So wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to
Know the wolf the sheep
Or the sheep who cried
And threw the deadly
the wolf was asleep
I my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the
Don't play fools too
with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the of life
The knife sits by throats of the
and death straight through the lungs
as the mind gets by visions of sugar plums
But we overcome cause we ain't dumb
but we smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the niggaz by the
Ear, tongue and
Yeah, they're to fuck us up
but, shit, you what's up
We get with the movement
and men soon
They every womb who bares
beneath the stairs of their
Best believe they're gonna em in a tomb
repeat 4X
Cause Everytime I to the microphone
I put my soul on 2"
That I even own
(Bootie Brown)
Early Saturday I was cartoon gazin
slowly into the kitchen
to fill a bowl some Raisin Bran
as I ran up and the TV stations
I Indian Joe
getting tricked out of this
by a silly
who as the shit happened
Everything's the
the continued into rappin
Deception is at an high
You give a of your soul
to receive crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on til the break of dawn
even though it is my soul I do not even own
repeat 4X
(FatLip)
I was po', and broke
a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my to come on out
Speakin about the before I got signed
I was coolin behind in the County Line
My big used to say I was an asshole
didn't graduate, handle the hassle
of high school, why
foolish rules and guidelines
fuck the cap and
said forget the and tried rhymes
up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
me and my L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.
I grab the MIC
it, 1-2, we in
freakin' major flavors with my fellow
Takin shit to the next
Too bad I sold my soul to the devil