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*~ YoU GoTTA FiNd A WaY To SuRvIve
CuZ
ThEy WiN WheN YoUr SoUl DiEz ~*
First
we lost Easy, then we lost Pac, biggie got
killed - When this shit gon' stop?!
L¡vè L¡fè to ±Hè FuLL觱 ±¡LL Yôú
DIè
¡ W¡LL TèACH U Tô NèVèR RúN, Jú§T R¡Dè
THEY SAY I TALK A LIL' FAST, BUT
IF YOU LISTEN A LIL' FASTER I WONT HAVE TO SLOW DOWN FOR YOU TO CATCH UP.
What ever cums after sex,Iz the same thing that comes before sex, so wuts the difference
if they fuk us now or lata's
Whoever said progress was a slow process wasnt talkin bout me, im a P.I.M.P.!
Before
Mr. Taylor taught the world to play.
Before fiberglass. Before parquet.
Before the word "Doctor" was spelled with a
"J".
And ballrooms were ballcourts, where the Renaissance played.
Before the hype and before the dunk.
After the
rhythm, but before the funk.
Before the money.
And before the fame.
Before new and old school.
Before school had
a name.
It was only a ball and
Soul of the game,
The First School
Converse.
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- Old Enuff To Kno Better, But Young Enuff Not To Give A FUCK-
¯`·.>Work like you don`t need the money.
¯`·.>Love like you`ve never been hurt.
¯`·.>Sing
like no one can hear you.
¯`·.>Dance like nobody`s watching.
~*If You Live By The Gun, You Die By The Gun... *~
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there
aint nothing in sight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living
to die
[But.I.knøw.they.gøt.a.reasøn.why.I'm.here.
.And.I.knøw.they.gøt.a.reasøn.why.yøur.gøne]
--I'm gønna get cha if it takes until forever--Nø
you døn't feel me--if førever turns intø never,
I'll let yøu knøw my løve is just as strøng
And før yøu never just ain't that løng-- |
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since you all came from a woman
Got your
name from a woman and your game from a woman
I wonder why you take from your women
Why you rape your
women, do you hate your women?
I think it's time to kill for your women
Time to heal your women, be real to your
women
And if you don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since
a man can't make one
you have no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up |
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