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How We Are Truth In Fucking Up

out the way I planned. Misconstrued words blow up and get turned around. That's not what I want. But somehow someway that's the way it ended up. I'm sorry

can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes [2Pac] Repetitive blows are

up being kind to me Space Age pimp flexing, detectixing plexing Friends turn to foes trying to be slicker than Westin Lessons get taught by the one's fucking up

steps with a bedlamped vision Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up

Genius We Got A Crew And I We A Bunch Of Trigger Squeezers They Call Us Nigga Bleeders We Make Niggas Bleed We Cant Get At You Shit We Kidnap Your

s up to family, I'm that committed The only way that we can all get the cake is if we get up, how we got to split it If you got a verse, you better spit

s the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like Trotter Half

put up a front to try to cover up the real You do everything to keep the truth concealed BItch you fake and we all know why And we can read between the

shoot the place up Your bitch get face fucked Bustin' on her Clairol Deep throatin' so far she coughin' up hairballs Disregard the law Fuck a gun ban