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[Mia X]
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And the lady America was finally slaughtered
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And divided into 3 quarters
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Her children who was fit fell, peace
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Battlin', golden', platinum
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Friends of terror and endless bloodshed
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Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper
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And believe
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For his rap was felt by everyone
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And this time when trust had no meaning
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Family and friends who survived destroyed one another
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Decided to the world
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Love, peace, and brotherhood
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Soldiers, high ashes to survival
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Master P
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To open up a path to reality
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For some, judgement
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[Master P]
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The devil took the straps off my nigga legs
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The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed
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Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies
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The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese
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I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold
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On these streets, anything goes
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He was on the road
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It took 'em ten to do him in
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The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again
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He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks
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I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks
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The reaper came and took him
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I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him
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As I walk through the shadow's of death
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Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath
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The kingdom of freedom is all they said
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Why the shackle and chain?
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My homie's life slaid
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>From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride
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Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH)
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Every mother will cry
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[Chorus x2]
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Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends
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Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end
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[Silkk]
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Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending
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Start to finish
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Losin' or winnin'
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I'm trapped in a whole world of sin
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Who's to say your life is worth more than mine
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Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die?
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Now my whole life I was scared
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The only judge is god
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But why do I (we) live by these man made laws
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Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill
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But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal
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Heaven, leadin' up to the steps
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Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death
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And even though I never see
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I believe there's a god
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But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy
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When times is hard
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[Chorus x2]
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[Master P]
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As the sand slowly poured
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I see flashes of life
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Time started ticking it's the end of my life
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Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god
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Behold no man or your life destroyed
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He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom
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Big ones and small ones
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Good ones and mean ones
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As the angel came the ghetto from hell
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Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better
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So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire
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Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire
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Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred
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Hoping for second chance but ain't none
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Cuz it's yo' final call
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[Chorus till fade]
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Eyes on Your Enemies
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Master P f/ Mia X, Silkk the S |