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From CNN world international, this is world news
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[Gunshot]
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I don't think there is such a thing as a good war
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There are sometimes necessary wars
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It was something that had to be done
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The real war involves getting down there and killing people
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And being killed yourself or just barely escaping
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It gives you attitudes about God, life and death
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That are unattainable anywhere else
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I'm not sure I can speak about why human beings in general go to war
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I think that's a large category, they go to war because it's impossible not to
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Being shot, you saw them fall, because these things you saw
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And the fact that this is for real...
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[Noreaga:]
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Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo!
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Waking up, cold in my eyes, two phillies ready rolled on the dresser
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My chick hatin', I won't stress her,
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Probably get her mad and pay attention much lesser
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Hit the closet up, brush my teeth and get fresher
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These things real you can bring your diamond tester
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I see through your glass my dude, like Large Professor
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My nigga died that night, lampin on the park bench
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I'm kinda hurt, I ain't been back to the park since
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See I'm a G holla, high like comets
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And I ain't with the shit, I despise all the garments
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Demise what you garbage, your whole team is green littered
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Which means your target's not safe in the markets
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I inherit niggaz beef quite frequently, that's why they call me Warrior N.O.R.E.
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When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody, parolee
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I'm on my Din, Hakeem, Allahu Akbar
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Swing big swords, cut in half a cop car
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My nigga Truth rock stock rims Magnum
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Fuck them groupie hoes cause we been done had them
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Bust nuts off, lower they facial
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I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face
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And I always had a record, I was born with a case
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I feel pain
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[Hook: Capone (Noreaga)]
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Been through it all in my life
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I done watched close niggaz to me die by the gun and the knife
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(I feel pain)
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This for niggaz on they own or locked up on the phone
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And they never comin home, y'know? (I feel pain)
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Look what happened to Haiti it's all crazy
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Everynight I go to sleep and kiss my baby
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(I feel pain)
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Everyday the same story, war hustle, territory
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We just try'na see the glory, y'know?
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[Capone:]
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Ayo it's fucked up my nigga Black Box died on christmas eve
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My other homie on his birthday
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Now we on the block thinkin revenge, not hearin what his Earth say
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Lookin at his seed make me want it in the worst way
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Besides that my other nigga got cancer and just found out that his wife is a dancer
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So many questions all I need is an answer
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I done did so much dirt ain't no room in the hamper, check it
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I got scars on top of scars, William Wallace renegade,
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Most of you niggaz sweeter than lemonade
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We bloody up your garments, nigga this is phonics
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I ain't speakin in ebonics take my words as a promise
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Get Obama on the line tell him raise the threat level
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We the last real niggaz standin when the dust settle
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When it's war dunn, the beef never stops
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It comes right back around like the hands on a watch
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Army fatigue, fox, 40 below Timbs
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501 Denims, coca sales with no lens
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Just to see the snakes clear cause I ain't got no friends
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Only my brother from another mother we goes in
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My gun' the alarm, bullets fatter than Big Mama
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To deal with' the pain I smoke scamah (I feel pain)
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[Hook]
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Pain
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Capone -N- Noreaga |