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Everybody
Everybody

[Jamie
Patchwork, sewn from dues to dirt
From earthgrown and weather of the desert
And everyone's a part of it, more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even
New comers and old faces, of any races, and familiar places
and teachers, prostitutes and preachers
Throw ya to the sky and pray that he can see us
Living how we got to live, and doing we got to do
Praying for another day so we can fight and it through
Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for
we congregate in unemployment lines
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, book, same world
we on another page. (one more time)
One of a kind, and still strange, same book, same world
we on another page...

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Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)

[Monoxide
Once I lit a smoke off a I fried
And I it in her face when she died
Who you bitches you calling regular you out of my zone?
Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya blown
That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to the war
You should of tried to take a stab at us
And you never should of on us
We see the game from way the hurried and rush
We broke them down, rolled them up, the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what?
You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted it's supposed to
Bitch I'll have your whole haunted
Flaunt us like the in your chilli, we all know the really really
Monoxide slap your silly
Big Willie get your throat cut and left
While my homeboy's your girl, while ya leaving

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Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
on, we on another page
(Everybody dies)

[Bushwick
What ya at, where ya bitch at?
I'll make her on till the back's up
Thinking you're something your other playas tap off
Holes in your stomach, till your waist snap off
on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap off
Hate it with a passion when a bitch act off
Ride on ya hood and never slack off
Never let it get squash, never let it
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

Killa]
Flip through a couple pages, into my background
All you see is the around
Daddy always said there'd be days like
Now daddy's dead and gone he was granted his only wish
I believe all the drama when it comes to death
nothing you can do but pay respect
Slip into the afterlife, light as a feather
Everybody dies, so quit acting you livin' forever

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Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)