| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| Okay, uh-huh, okay, yo
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| I’m exhausted, but I never ever forfeit
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| Y’all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quick
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| Y’all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns
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| A militant will put this heat in your lungs
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| The street and the slums, the weekend is done
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| The local class always show you what the heat is become
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| The seasons are done, and reasons are none
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| People dyin', bullets flyin' cause they squeezin' for fun
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| It’s all of a nightmare that’s right there
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| They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care
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| With all this protestin' and rallyin', death toll tallyin'
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| Foul smells around them, pails in the alley and
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| Corner filled with teddy bears cause they killed a child again
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| They sing about murder, so it ain’t a song it’s hollerin'
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| Get off the choir with your soft attire
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| Niggas out here don’t give a fuck cause they lost desire
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| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| Yeah, my city’s full of, heartbreakers and stargazers
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| Who puff garsh Vegas so they gone with the wind like Clark Gable
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| Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angel
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| Yeah we got flags but they not star-spangled
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| We not patriotic, the heroes are not them
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| Ghetto grills like rims, you stop, they still spin
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| Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark
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| And we still stomp in in chicken and brown Timbs
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| And listen to Rakim with the way that y’all been
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| For realla, I hadn’t been schemin' or plottin'
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| You fear us? |
| But fear itself personified
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| Payin' homage to homicide, prayin' to the dollar sign
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| It’s idle worship, the rebel forces
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| Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress
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| This is war, we expect some losses
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| And we comin' for the heads of the bosses
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| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| Yo, we on some casualties of war shit, what you stand for, kid?
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| We in the city where they definitely lost it
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| You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs
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| Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait
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| Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids
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| Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune
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| And left tres orphans, now he in a box
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| With the same chain and watch that never came off him
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| It’s a shame what it cost him, where he come from it ain’t nothin'
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| It’s a everyday thing, that’s a problem
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| It’s chambers revolvin', bustin' like Russian roulette
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| With a full set, they change what the odds is
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| Flames in the mosque and, people held hostage
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| Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit
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| Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick?
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| This shit is out of control, they can’t stop it
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| It’s the love, in your heart
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| Or the pain, in your mind
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| No one cares, what the truth is
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| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie
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| It’s the love |