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Everybody
Everybody

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

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

Child]
Once I lit a smoke off a I fried
And I ashed it in her face when she
Who you bitches you regular when you out of my zone?
Like a celluar that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind blown
That's me and my man at your door, and we for a reason to start the war
You should of tried to take a stab at us
And you should of rapped on us
We see the game from way the hurried and rush
We broke down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what?
You touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when it's supposed to
Bitch I'll have your block haunted
Flaunt us like the beans in chilli, we all know the really really
Monoxide slap your girlfriend
Big get your throat cut and left bleeding
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
ya looking at, where ya bitch at?
I'll make her bounce on the back's up
Thinking you're something that your other tap off
Holes in your stomach, till your whole snap off
on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap off
Hate it with a passion when a bitch act off
Ride on ya everyday and never slack off
Never let it get squash, never let it
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

[Anybody
Flip a couple pages, looking into my background
All you see is the dead
Daddy always said there'd be days like
Now daddy's and gone cause he was granted his only wish
I can't believe all the drama when it comes to
Ain't you can do but pay respect
Slip the afterlife, feeling light as a feather
dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever

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