[Chorus]
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Where is the love [x2]
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[Z-Ro]
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Nobody loves me, but I prefer to keep it like that
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Cause most friends are falsified trying to steal out your stack
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So I keep my partnas to a minimum even though I know half can't be trusted
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The only feeling in the world might steal your girl if I know flesh was lusted
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Nigga now who was to blame for the pain cause fucking with me nigga you get sprayed
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Hardheaded that's like fucking a bitch with no condom
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And knowing that hoe got aids, better be smart, better keep your distance
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Ain't got elements from loose leaf pages
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When I'm going off in the rage of furious chambers of twin gauges
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My calico murders offending my mind and my mind is so ready to click
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Better freeze, better not breathe all I want is the money
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Remember you dead if you twitch, cause I'm a killa that's killing for cash
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I show no car crash when I'm stealing your stash
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Don't fill in the streets because I'm too fast
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But never revealing what's under my mask
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I'm making a dash, I jump in the Hoover and I smash
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With a foot on the gas and then I'm off in the night
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A nigga was buried alive
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but he really should of died dig him up his coffin too tight
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A nigga was showing a busta love, but now it's hunting for a busta season
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And he can't be the reason, to run in your crib and leave you bleeding
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[Chorus x4]
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[talking]
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The question at hand is
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Where's your motherfucking love
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I'ma do like that boy Al D said
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I'm showing love to the ones that showed love back
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Fuck friends, so Mexican D, Grady
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You know where your love at
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[Z-Ro]
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I was raised to never let em see me sweat
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And how to dodge bullets never let em hit my chest
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I saw the ways of the wise and how to live in peace
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But fate said we got to stand and fight the beast with open eyes
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Which means I got to keep my glock, on a day to day basis
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Always protect myself and no more catching murder cases
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Niggas will try to erase me and that's a fact, but if I got to go
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Nigga I be damned if my trigga finger isn't pulling back
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I had niggas I was real with and use to chill with
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Now they coming to me with the drama that I can't deal with
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I think they out to get me but I can't let em, just like Pac and Spice 1
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The jealous got me strapped, so when I go to spraying I'ma wet him
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I had love for y'all, I use to cut for y'all
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Nigga we was family I shed blood for y'all
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But now you hate me cause of my progress, you want me dead
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I'm waiting on you niggas you know my address
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But if my name is on the bullet and I die, you got to
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Lay it down one day guess who gone be waiting on the other side
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Go on and pull your pistol from your belt, but no man
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Can take my life away from me until I lay it down my damn self
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Tried to kill me once and paralyze my mobility
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Now that I can walk again don't even think about getting me
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Not saying I won't die, you hoes can try to murder me and get me
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And if I kick the fuck it nigga, fuck it you kicking it with me
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Cause I'ma be drama best to put to the rest cause you don't understand
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That I ain't down with dying at the hands of another man
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[Chorus x3]
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Where Is The Love
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| Z-Ro |
