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Yeah. Yo yo yo yo.
Holla.
Last Temptation.
Coming through now .
Its a problem.
It's a problem.
Always has been. (Ja laughing).
Yo Buck turn me up a lil bit in my mother fkin head phones and s**t.
Cmon
Let these know.
They don't know.
Mother fkers ya'll want war with the God.
Cmon ya'll know better.
I'll put holes in your leather reknit your sweater and I'll bet the flows
wetter on ocean front property.
Better come at me properly, better up off of me.
But I believe I'm scared to clap hammers and the fact that I'm unpredictable
gives me the advantage.
What the fk am I speaking spanish when I got to tell ya'll in detail
how we murder .
Handle your business. The Inc is religious. Murders the sacrifce. We throwin
M's that means murder for life.
And I'm die for that red and black. That house with the chedda stack and the
smiles from my kids faces. What could replace this?
This lil nigg* here that come to grip with death can taste it. My airs thick
and filled with hatred.
Surprised at the look in my eyes, well don't be I'm just following the foots of
the lord that made me.
If I go crazy the same, Imma blame it on the world for what I became cuz they
gave me all the fame and the money man. Made me an icon, so the world could
catch a nigg* with his lights on.
Thats the pros and cons. You're never quite free. But just give me a lil room
so I can breath.
And my pain gonna be the death for me.
But to be loved is my destiny, my black people.
(Ja laughs)
Yeah. We out. Holla.