World So Cruel
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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Here I come rollin off with Mo Thugs
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Trues humbly united gathering souls and bail
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Livin life daily, all tha way
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Tha plan instead they put'em on ah self-destruct
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But I don't wanna go to hell
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Vix'n tha body does it tell'n explicit
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For more'n I seen ya vision
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And let never fiendin catch us and ah schemin
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We'll drink foe tha way yallz are breakin me pan (hey man)
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We born to tha weed it would grow
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Didn't know tha Bone'd grown some
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Buckaz gon' keep it rightm just home
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And searchin wit they hustlin (no matter)
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Same time see tha Bone
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They done have ah safe place foe my babies
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Don't murda, brown up, so crazy get'n tha cruel
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World, all made up it like hades
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Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight, my pine
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I'd hide drug dealaz I find my started
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Try not to pine in my nine
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I try to stay kind insteadd it plus pealin, plealin
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That splif, roll over that shove it
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Find tha po po beatin, down ya doe and did it
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To ya break and ya won't see tha busta faces
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Here tha more, la for, killin each other for witches and shoes
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Shit it ain't nothin to lose, we get ah drop in twos
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Mo's Fools do nothin and I tasts my turnin
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And passin it out wit tha Layzie lil' Eazy, my mentor
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Keep in, handin over tha shoes, I go walkin in
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And baby had to go die bye bye
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Wit tha cruel world take'em shed
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[Flesh-n-Bone]
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Why, why, why, are we
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Livin in ah world world world so cruel
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Why, why, why, are we
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Livin in ah world world world so cruel
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[Run Sermon]
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This Reverend from heaven
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Just makin you feel 'bout these problems for Run
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But neva go less, I'm fresh with Flesh
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Tha solution's begun, gotta get yall, hit yall
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wit yo fellaz makin dollaz and cents
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But tha fact that wak rappaz
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be jealous make this Reverend intense
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I'm flippin, I'm scrippin, I'm rippen'em down
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They be burnin my church
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No lippin', I'm sippin, I'm tippin my ground, gettin first in my verse
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Who got yo macho, shot yo kids, creepin up on yo crew
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It's kinda hot, yall got yo bids, boy, and that how we do
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What's tunnel mind it's soldiaz
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I'm bought masterline at this line
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These bookaz, that welfare line
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And can forget that black on black crime
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We livin, and driven, and giving them love
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But what they do wit out heart
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For takin and breakin and fakin then jacks
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Boy ya tear'em apart
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Just livin in ah world that's so so cruel
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That's tha tape in yo deck
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They take our money, rape our women, now come give you respect
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[Run Sermon]
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And I believe, a lot of us shouldn't condemn these rappers
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Because if nobody would ah told me about God
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The church folks would ah been talkin bad about me
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[Flesh-n-Bone]
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Why, why, why, are we
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Livin in ah world world world so cruel
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Why, why, why, are we
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Livin in ah world world world so cruel
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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Think bout tha in us too, me 1999
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Than what would we do
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We breakin it'll make ah change, fool
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Do somethin knows quicker, it's all fake
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Ya smoke tramps in our community flood
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Wit ah master plan to get rid of ah sea me got crack
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And all these diseases that make us immune
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And ain't it rediculous
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Look at us strugglin, hustlin
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Gotta make ends meat to pay my bills
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Gotta help ain't no grub on our grills
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Stuffin to ge to me fillin, thats only foe real, though
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Still, people feel me
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So many of yall now diamonds on tha rough
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Sho' nuff, better know us
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When they get it, betta grip tight
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Holdin my brothaz, we're marchin soldiaz
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And I told ya
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And it showed, decievin, caught him on camera
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Some coppaz got no love, they see a thug
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Comin up, steady peepin to sweeta
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Foe see murd, they need go just
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Wanna help tha weed trust
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Don't even run to pull ah gun and pop it
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Tha blacker together mens, gather strong at last
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Controllin no mass, no more violence, gon' stop it
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Grow up to be cloppaz, and I'm proud
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Be keepin my Lord's warch, and it's no
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When you think it's sin, wanna lve by tha sword
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Gotta die gash, ash to dust
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They turnin that passin and not with tha less
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Lil' Easy my mentor, king
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Handin over tha shoes, I go walkin in
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| Fill us up on gag, betta pass with tha cruel world |
