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Machine Head 11 Block

Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen the decimation of all that is pure pure A system that feeds the machine with the blood, sweat and money of the

all about that cheddar Tryin' to live my life better Tryin' to buy them fly sweaters Throw the Macs in the cut Keep it right, keep it strong tight Never loose my head

come in and wait, yeah I'm with that We chit chat, drivin' eachother like, huh, I'd love to hit that Baby pops a video into the machine, a triple X

crazy, some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked, hold my glock Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block cause

the way that I lived growing up in the varrio The things that I seen all the gangsters, killers, prostitutes, dope dealers and fiends All the robberies in progress 2 11