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The way momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't us or daze us
Or lay us to sleep
Know the wolf the sheep
Or the who cried wolf
And threw the deadly
While the was asleep
I keep my a ghost
Follow my the most
Don't play too close
with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of
The knife by throats of the young
and blows death straight through the
as the mind gets by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't
but we smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the by the nuts
Ear, tongue and
Yeah, they're trying to us up
but, shit, you what's up
We gotta get with the
and men soon
They consume every womb who
beneath the stairs of their
Best they're gonna shove em in a tomb
Chorus: 4X
Cause Everytime I to the microphone
I put my soul on 2"
I don't even own
(Bootie Brown)
Early Saturday mornin I was gazin
slowly broke into the
to fill a bowl some Raisin Bran
as I ran up and the TV stations
I Indian Joe
getting tricked out of nation
by a hillbilly
who laughed as the happened
the same
the game into rappin
Deception is at an all-time
You give a of your soul
to receive some crumbs the pie
But you know I keep on rappin til the of dawn
even though it is my soul I do not even own
Chorus: 4X
(FatLip)
I was po', nlack and
beyond a shadow of a
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to on out
Speakin the time before I got signed
I was behind Coolio in the County Line
My big used to say I was an asshole
graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
of school, why fool
wit' rules and guidelines
fuck the cap and
said forget the and tried rhymes
Hooked up J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
me and my nigga L.A. Jay at S.C.U.
I the MIC one-time
it, 1-2, we in
freakin' major flavors with my fellow
Takin shit to the next
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin