| He who believeth in Ja Shall not be condemned
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| But he that believeth not
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| Is condemned already
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| Only because
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| He has not believed
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| In the man and the only begotten son
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| My Lord
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| For he so feared the word
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| He left his only begotten son
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| To shed his blood
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| Show that pain is love
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| But I wont cry
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| Cause I live to die
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| Wit my mind on my money
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| And my guns in the sky (x2)
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| Yeah,
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| Why would you leave somethin you love here to die
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| In the cold
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| And it grows
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| Like a concrete rose
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| Beautiful ain’t I?
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| Till I withered and died
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| In them same streets you left me in Screamin Lord let me in
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| I don’t know where to begin
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| Since I lost yo love
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| But then again your love
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| Was strictly for the drugs
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| I dont know whether to hug
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| Or to fill you with slugs
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| Fuckin them whores
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| Instead of claiming what’s rightfully yours
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| Pierced a hole in my heart from all the pain you caused
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| With no direction you left your first born lost
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| Give or take a few
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| Cause my hate for you
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| Grew, over the years
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| Through blood, sweat, and tears
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| I wanted to be just like you
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| My father figure, now I want to fight you
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| You bitch nigga, left me 'lone
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| And parts of me never out grown
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| The fact that you left home
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| But moms was so strong
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| Don’t let them get you fed
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| This world is yours she said
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| Now nothin is stoppin me but two to the head
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| In life there’s more to come when it’s all said and done
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| You lost one love, your only begotten son
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| Broke wit nothin to live for
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| And damn ready to die young
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| I’m the shadow behind the gun
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| Look at what I’ve become
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| The fear of many niggas
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| The floss of most bitches
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| The love that runs deepest
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| In the hearts of street niggas
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| Raised in the ghetto
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| By the ghetto
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| Was taught young to pop the metal
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| That’s how shit get settled
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| Learn to cook up the coke
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| Never leave home without toast
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| Learn to fly my bitches with birds, in first not coach
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| Never trust ya, from a toddler to hustla
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| I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and slug ya Love me or hate me, ya only son
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| Let me live or kill me, the chosen one
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| Ja, under the gun, gotta kill 'em fo’sho'
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| If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for
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| Life’s got more to come, but when it’s all said and done
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| You lost one love, tour only begotten son
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| I wanted to be forever yours
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| Look it now we’re nothin more than two lost souls
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| Lookin to meet at the crossroads
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| I burn the hydro, lay back with my eyes closed
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| In deep thought like Brittany is somethin I’d die for
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| How the fuck do you sleep at night?
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| Knowin you wronged the only thing you ever did right
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| Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short
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| Now I got a new father whose name is New York
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| Runnin wild in the streets
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| With heat, we don’t talk
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| Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark
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| But light will shine from the heavens and bless one
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| Ja Rule; |
| love, your only begotten son |