With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
We are the dead, ain't no denying it
So the ones eye has freak don't run
All you do spit shit, thats it, its done,
We are see it right , dissing a
Our children must be taught, of africa
Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet
We are the dead, ain't no denying it
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
I just wanna leave fuck it i'm done
Then just leave when it all done
Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed
Well i guess thats it now. bout to go out side, cops are outside but i ain't
Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps
Cuz thats how we do it on my side of the tracks
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