| «What the worrrrld needs now, is looove sweet looove
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| It’s the only thing, that there’s just, too little of»
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| Yeah, uhh, show 'em no love
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| When these brothers try to get out of line
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| When these brothers try to take your shine, show 'em no love
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| When these brothers try to test your crew
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| When these niggas try to shit on you, show 'em no love
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| We show 'em no love, we show 'em no love
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| When they try to get down, show 'em no love
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| Aiyyo it’s Dick Swan' back in the flesh, back to win
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| Now where a track stand, it lead in the PAC-10 (ha)
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| You can tell by the look in my eye
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| Dudes better not give it a try, here’s why
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| I (what) bump the hardest, dump your garbage
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| If your tracks ain’t tight I make 'em bump regardless
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| It’s the marksman, hittin your targets
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| Give 'em one shot clean in places that’s unseen (blaow)
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| What’s wrong with the world today?
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| I just want my little girl to play, let her find her way
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| That’s why I’m on the grind today
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| Never havin no time to play, a brother got rhymes to say
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| (Yeah) I got bills to pay
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| I know you cats wanna know why I feel this way
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| Cause the man got us locked down, we gotta put it to a stop now
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| Hey let’s burn this whole place down
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| When these brothers try to get out of line
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| When these brothers try to take your shine, show 'em no love
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| When these brothers try to test your crew
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| When these niggas try to shit on you, show 'em no love
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| When these brothers really get off track
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| Try to talk shit behind your back, show 'em no love
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| We show 'em no love, we show 'em no love
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| When they try to get down, show 'em no love
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| Yo, I rock heavy handed
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| Go to your face at a pace with the intent to do heavy damage
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| They just couldn’t stand it, man they had to test
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| But you niggas never had to press
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| Nobody knows who your clique is, but I tell you what the trick is
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| (What?) Ride the next nigga dick kid
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| See if these cats can sell your name
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| With enough pub maybe they can swell your brain
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| To hell with fame (yeah) that was never the need
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| At my own pace settin the speed, checkin the feed
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| Give me one second to breathe, man I have your whole mouth taped up
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| Paralyzed from the waist up
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| But I gotta stay laced up, with the fresh gear
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| Guess you gotta get it next year
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| Get it clear man, this is never a joke
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| I know cats still sellin the smoke, aiyyo
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| I give 'em nothin they can cling to
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| Like fastballs on the swing-through; |
| aiyyo I didn’t really mean to
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| Most have known I’m postin strong
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| 'Til cats had to ask what the fuck is wrong
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| Fuck your song (damn!) Man your bars is weak
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| I’ll be out givin scars to cheeks, hard to speak
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| Bring me the hardest beats, start settlin in
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| Watch Ras start wearin 'em thin
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| Like, melted ice you felt it twice
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| Bet a joint like this never felt this nice
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| I paid the price (yeah) spent a lot of time lookin for chips
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| Still cookin up marvelous shit
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| Yo, peace to A’s, we flipped the page
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| Have you run around yellin out «Jesus saves,» yeah
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| Look above, you dudes is scrubs
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| When these niggas really try to get down show 'em no love |