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The way that momma us was pure faith
So wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us to sleep
Know the wolf the sheep
Or the sheep who wolf
And the deadly hoof
While the was asleep
I keep my mind a
Follow my heart the
Don't play fools too
Sleep my eyes at post
So Diablo be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by of the young
and death straight through the lungs
as the gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall cause we ain't dumb
but we smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the niggaz by the
Ear, tongue and
Yeah, trying to fuck us up
but, shit, you what's up
We gotta get with the
and men soon
They consume every who bares
the stairs of their doom
Best believe they're shove em in a tomb
Chorus: 4X
Cause Everytime I to the microphone
I put my on 2" reels
I don't 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 down the TV
I witnessed Joe
getting out of this nation
by a hillbilly
who laughed as the happened
the same
the continued into rappin
is at an all-time high
You a piece of your soul
to receive crumbs from the pie
But you I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
though it is my soul that I do not even own
Chorus: 4X
(FatLip)
I was po', and broke
a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my to come on out
about the time before I got signed
I was coolin Coolio in the County Line
My big brother to say I was an asshole
graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
of school, why fool
wit' foolish rules and
the cap and tassels
said the trade and tried rhymes
up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
me and my nigga L.A. Jay at S.C.U.
I grab the MIC
it, 1-2, we in
freakin' major with my fellow Nubians
Takin shit to the next
Too bad I sold my soul to the devil