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Haven Will Ego S Game

You'll eat her existence a slave to your game Another's pain, fear's it's spelled out in her eyes when will the child's ego let go for the sake

you'll be strollin with a limp So get up easy cause it's simple as this Give us a shot how could you think that I miss Yesterday's a memo, the demo sold

Sparxxx] Uh, yeah, yeah [motherfuckers] I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions The heart for humility, that ego perplexes Strength, will and honor, a hero's

Barkley and Akeem Olujawon For the whites Bird ?? McHale and Paxon Shouldn't go any further you know it's gonna get wack son But if the black players have an ego

the funk The streets got all the funk Three T's got all the funk Zhane got the funk HB got the funk Little P.O's haven't got the funk Beneficient got

cry about it Westside got a nigga back so I throw my dubs up, Never leave without my strap, it's like that Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's

name it's a game Cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame, what people do for 10 minutes of fame Everyday it's the same thing, People

dancing with the dead For whatever reason falling short of success Gotta test the bounds of excess before you see what's next Dont ponder to the extent You will

better come on in have a little talk with the doc" So I did I said doctor good doctor I got trouble on my mind Listen to me doc I don't have too