| Your sight
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| Blood type
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| Here comes my boys, Plug 3 and 2,
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| my name’s Plug 1, I’m here to do
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| the job that you respect of me
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| that ties the rap to open eyes daily, to
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| know how, supervision, the incision
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| of a song that cut a smile across your face for life,
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| sometimes the body needs to feel stressed to appreciate the joy
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| Here comes my boys, Plug 3 and 2
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| my name’s Plug 1, had a third son, here to do,
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| lets move the heart sort out the light load
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| in our desire to be famed
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| daylight open eyes to know how
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| song that cut a smile across your face for life,
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| well keep your arms raised
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| listen to this track for long
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| that I choiced full of soul
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| Ayo
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| Give it up, your not in
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| shame to play against my men
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| keep longs to blow just like
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| Gabrielle’s done in your sight
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| move the heart to every blood type
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| through the guards in every blood fight
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| after war, pass peace pipe
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| ask forgiveness, cease strifes
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| Down a stack, c’mon man c’mon c’mon c’mon
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| Right the stack
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| They lie yall |