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Willie D Loved By Few Hated By Many

end Dear God will you tell me why I'm judged by the color of my skin If you can please respond, a.s.a.p. Sincerely Willie D [Hook until fade: child

game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never

invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty

s why monster movies are so popular, you know? Phyllis: I'd waited and waited . . . Don: D'you know how many a monster movie costs to make? Phyllis: And

I've become The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto

but he's all blessed Worn out tattoos on his arms Face covered in scars From the years of brawling It only gave him more strength Over the years of torment Fought to many battles, so many

jail house full Niggaz is locked in the game, with nowhere to turn to Not even a high school diploma, so what will I do Loved by few, and hated by many

ain't shootin at nothing Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste I'm near anything pertaining

a man hose, guttering curb Doing me, don't give a fuck about none of you herbs I'm just Yumi, I'm given you, all of me Hated on, by too many, too oftenly