| See… this is what I mean… when we come together like this
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| incredible things take place…
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| see we connect thoughts to collect shorts,
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| and only the strong survive…
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| I love my black people… we are the future…
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| «Black is the color of my true love’s hair, his face so soft &wondrous cared»
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| Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up
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| Infiltrate, never violate get tied up
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| It’s all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains
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| True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game
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| Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked
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| I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop
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| Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus
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| The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit
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| More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit
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| Ferosious shit, cop a huge castle, on the ocean cliff
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| Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks
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| Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage acts
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| Twistin' up, nuttin' but love, for niggas sittin' up
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| Hold your own, try comin' home wit out gettin' touched
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| Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young
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| Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda threw the gun
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| «Black is the color of my true love’s hair, of my true love’s hair.»
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| Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see
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| Mama hold math like caller I.D.
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| Chose the path that chose me
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| I’ma tell you like G-o-d told me
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| Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie
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| Keep us from simply, unifyin', organizin'
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| We all are fallin', when we think we all are risin'
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| We pop Crist on the horizon, topless chicks wit thick thighs &
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| I’d rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin'
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| Temperature risin', L.O. |
| Heem gave me the guidance
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| Told me leave those 85ers alone, blend wit the wise men
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| That buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes
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| Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome
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| When I die they’ll take my chromosomes and clone clones
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| Two hundred and eight bones
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| Microchip kits, we most dominant
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| You know what time it is, that’s why I exist
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| Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist
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| Applyin' this, ?lavi,"then wide this
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| I’m survivin' this, quiet tribalness, finalist
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| Year 2000, flyin' the whips
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| 9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment
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| «Blaaaaaaaaaaack is the colorrrrrrrrrr»
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| We went from, arraignments to entertainment
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| 24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous
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| Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual
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| The patterens we follow, others found 'em difficult
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| I guess it’s obvious
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| As to what my hobby is
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| The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids
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| Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck
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| I reminisce on V.S. |
| touchin' my fourth cup
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| Me? |
| My only problem is I’m more fucked
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| Knowin' in my heart I can’t sleep, till I bust off nuts
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| Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system
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| And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision
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| Y’all need to listen, it’s journalistic
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| Y’all hear the whispers «Niggas in The Firm is twisted.»
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| Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches
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| Whip the chrome six up the F.D.R.
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| It’s blessed we are
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| See I never let 'em strees me god, forever stress free
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| While twistin' up logs of that Nestle
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| Who are you to question me? |
| It’s just my destiny
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| To kick back, kill time, and live successfully
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| «When he and I will be as one.»
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| Firm… How y’all want it? |
| Huh? |
| hu… Talk to me…
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| We give it to ya either way… We workin' wit ch’all…
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| This, is for you… Love Is Love… 9−8… Firm shit…
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| «Black is the colorrrrr… of my true love’s hair… my true love’s hair…
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| of my truuuuuuuuuue love’s hair.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Is Love , by - AZ. Song from the album Pieces Of A Man, in the genre Поп