| Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back
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| Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
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| Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap
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| She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch
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| Still on the prowl for my match
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| The milk and the honey, it’s all about the love of the money
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| Space age pimp was adept, that’s after the fact
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| Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back
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| Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that
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| Share the win with my comrades, that’s actual fact
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| Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact
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| Where the soul and mind is attached
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| Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack
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| For the lost generation
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| This ain’t meant to be preached on
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| This here meant to be teached on
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| I know that you ain’t got much time
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| I promise this rhyme won’t take long
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| You need it in your life like you need a better job
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| Like you need another hobby
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| Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard
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| Until the police holla copy, freeze
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| I know how it get when you ain’t got shit to flush
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| And them balloons you bought getting bust
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| 'Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so
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| You don’t know who to trust
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| On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz
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| Dreaming about the backseat
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| But you don’t know what the driver had to do just to pass by you
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| That’s if you ask me
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| So, shawty, don’t do the dash on 'em
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| I hope you never crash on 'em
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| What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest
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| If you in a casket? |
| I couldn’t imagine
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| My mama hanging over me crying
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| 'Cause my soul is too young to let go of me
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| I’m saying what I gotta
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| Cause the club songs ain’t saving my partner
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| Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back
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| Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
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| Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap
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| She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch
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| Still on the prowl for my match
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| The milk and the honey, it’s all about the love of the money
|
| Space age pimp was adept, that’s after the fact
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| Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back
|
| Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that
|
| Share the win with my comrades, that’s actual fact
|
| Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact
|
| Where the soul and mind is attached
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| Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack
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| For the lost generation
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| Nigga, we ain’t lost
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| This the bitch I’m a boss generation
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| (For the lost generation)
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| Nigga, we ain’t lost
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| This is xans got me nodding off generation
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| (For the lost generation)
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| Nigga, we ain’t lost
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| This the puttin' candy in my cough generation
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| (For the lost generation)
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| Nigga, we ain’t lost
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| You can find me jumping off the porch generation
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| (For the lost generation)
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| For that, KRIT, let’s kill these niggas
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| You got skills to help build these killers (Killers)
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| Take the murder rate even higher (Higher)
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| And take a nigga bitch in the process
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| Turn the whole thing into a contest
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| My nigga fuck this mic
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| We should be fucking with MIC
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| Military industrial complex
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| And we can get rich, nigga, fuck showing love
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| They ain’t listening to us
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| They ain’t playing this bitch in the club
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| So let’s get paid, turn these motherfuckers into slaves
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| School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs
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| Fuck Martin Luther King, nigga, fuck change
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| Fuck peace, I want a chain
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| With Jesus on the end of that bitch like blam!
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| Fuck peace, I want a plane
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| Fill that bitch with cocaine
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| And make these bitches move their booties
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| And help these niggas make their movies
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| Talk these niggas into their graves
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| And talk these hoes out their Coogies
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| Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back
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| Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
|
| Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap
|
| She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch
|
| Still on the prowl for my match
|
| The milk and the honey, it’s all about the love of the money
|
| Space age pimp was adept, that’s after the fact
|
| Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back
|
| Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that
|
| Share the win with my comrades, that’s actual fact
|
| Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact
|
| Where the soul and mind is attached
|
| Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack
|
| For the lost generation
|
| Nigga, we ain’t lost
|
| This the bitch I’m a boss generation
|
| (For the lost generation)
|
| Nigga, we ain’t lost
|
| This is xans got me nodding off generation
|
| (For the lost generation)
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| Nigga, we ain’t lost
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| This the puttin' candy in my cough generation
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| (For the lost generation)
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| Nigga, we ain’t lost
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| You can find me jumping off the porch generation
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| (For the lost generation) |