hear what you're saying the repetition of a lonely life. Somebody tell me why the heart is waging war against the friends of the enemy of your mind
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i hear what you're saying the repetition of a lonely life somebody tell me why the heart is waging war against the friends of the enemy of your mind
less for sho and when my pockets get low I'm on a quest for mo cause yo, life ain't the same without the ends cause money buys friends and a hole lot
so I know you know just how this all relates It's the posa and the negative, mini and mega live Arm a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga Like big and
freeze Hopin', I don't hit 'em like a fucked up disease Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights
I use the spark when the shots light up this tunnel of crime But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend
apply for me Well certified for me Can't count but you'll try for me Or do it all for me Huh? I'm doin' this one for the thugs (For the thugs, for the
a little nigga with no nuts Just for a double up, helpin' the devil Turn this soldier's soul to dust Who can I trust when I'm just livin' for lust?
a tolerance to them You made sorrow sound like a good friend The well where the poison pen was drawn The same place you trusted then but was gone Enemies
' coke Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter I'm a spittin' I'm a solja Take it off your shoulder Respect nigga I'm a solja
it's going to take a full year, they askin me if I wana go to school here At a time when a person really needs a friend, I'm thinking about getting back
that inflatable whore! It's a love bazaar with a rubber bitch Don't make me compete with that plastic witch! Death to the Doll! (x2) You can never use me for
that inflatable whore! It's a love bazaar with a rubber bitch Don't make me compete with that plastic witch! Death to the doll! (x2) You can never use me for
'm just a addict, addicted to music Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm I hook a beat up, convert it in a hip-hop form Write a
the night Learning every part, he'll be through in years When I'm signed on for life Lying here, waiting for a hero to rise But a lazy man lies back
