| Kamachi!!!
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| JuJu Mob!!!
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| I’m back y’all
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| Yo, believe me I know the feelin'
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| Tryna escape the killin'
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| Wanna build a village for the little ghetto children
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| Wit lead paint pealin' from their project ceilin'
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| And tears for so many shot in the midst of the dealin'
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| We need… hugs and healin' to patch the wounds overtime
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| Bring the glossiness back to corroded minds
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| We was Kings beatin' drums in Mali
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| And now we stashin' drugs in alleys
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| So rowdy everyday feel just like wars in Saudi
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| Not exactly, but I know you get the idea
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| King I and «Quite Clear»
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| Ancient divine, sheer a lion glare
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| Don’t hesitate to let loose the iron here
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| I keep spittin' it ill, cuz my strip is real
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| Was a broke nigga hittin' the field
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| Wit a clip and a steel
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| Catch 'em while he in his wheel
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| Don’t wanna put money grip on his shield
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| But he don’t wanna sunny dip killed
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| The blood splash on the kid is surreal
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| Full of couple of chips, there was nothin' to peel
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| This hood nigga give you somethin' to feel
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| Tryna change my life, no longer bang the steel
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| Or stand behind it
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| Cuz I done seen some days tryna clean my ways
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| But I’m barely out my schemin' phase
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| So watch out for the beamin' rays
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| THE GOSPEL!!! |