[Z-Ro:]
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Where Is The Love?
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Where Is The Love?
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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 tryin' to steal out your stack
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So I keep my partners to a minimum even though I know half can't be trusted
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The only feelin' 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 fuckin' with me nigga you get sprayed
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Hardheaded that's like fuckin' a bitch with no condom
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And knowin' 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 goin' off in the rage of furious chambers of twin gauges
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My calico murders offendin' my mind & 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 killer that's killin' for cash
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I show no car crash when I'm stealin' your stash
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Don't fill in the streets because I'm too fast
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But never revealin' what's under my mask
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I'm makin' a dash, I jump in the Hoover & I smash
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With a foot on the gas & then I'm off in the night
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A nigga was buried alive but he really should've died dig him up his coffin' too tight
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A nigga was showin' a buster love, but now it's huntin' for a buster season
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And he can't be the reason to run in your crib & leave you bleedin'.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Where Is The Love?
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Where Is The Love?
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Where Is The Love?
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Nigga, where your love, maine?
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Where Is The Love?
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(talking)
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The question at hand is where's your muthafuckin' love?
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I'm a do like that boy Al D said
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I'm showin' 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 & how to live in peace
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But fate said we got to stand & 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 & no more catchin' murder cases
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Niggas will try to erase me & that's a fact, but if I got to go
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Nigga I be damn if my trigger finger isn't pullin' back
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I had niggas I was real with & use to chill with
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Now they comin' 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 & Spice 1
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The jealous got me strapped, so when I go to sprayin' I'm a 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 waitin' on you niggas you know my address
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But if my name is on the bullet & I die, you got to lay it down one day
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Guess who gon' be waitin' on the other side
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Go on & pull your pistol from your belt, but no man can take my life away from me until I lay it down my damn self
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Tried to kill me once & paralyze my mobility
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Now that I can walk again don't even think about gettin' me
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Not sayin' I won't die, you hoes can try to murder me & get me
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And if I kick the fuck it nigga, fuck it you kickin' it with me
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'Cause I'm a be tryin' my best to put to the rest 'cause you don't understand
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That I ain't down with dyin' at the hands of another man.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Where Is The Love?
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Where Is The Love?
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Nigga, where your love, maine?
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Where Is The Love? Oh.
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Where Is The Love?
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| Z-Ro |
