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Game Children S Story

the life we been livin, one day we might fall And the only choices we givin got our backs against the wall. And I know we're all God's children He's

And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives They turned towards the soldier, their eyes alive with fear For God's sake save our children

grumbling too What can I tell him when he's twenty-two And he's asking me what the fuck I was thinking when mommy's tummy grew? Was I scared, was I getting

40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (??) Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money Nigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoney It's

I do like I do for the hood Pop tools pop jewels burn backwoods Slay dj's who think they untouchable Renegade never been afraid MC's get it too The moral of the story

now Mama's in love, Papa's in love It's such a shame they don't love each other - oh no Oh Papa's in a jam, Mama's throwin' pans The game's up - it's

all my books She said she never heard of me before but know all my hooks That's the way it always begin The story will end with me and Victoria in the

moving, it's like a dream Cause all they want is murder, that's what it seems [Hook x2] [C-Murder:] Come meet me in the projects, cause it's a set-

tomorrow's unborn? They know nothing of this sorrow. * Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children