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Whattup gangsta?? Naw Imma grown man
Whattup gangsta?? I’ve also thrown hands
Whattup gangsta?? I do my own thang
Whattup gangsta?? Whattup?! Whattup?! Whattup?! Whattup?!

Mane Rok
Hurts to face the truth something ya hate to do
And I can tell from here your first mistake is you
Think you’re untouchable and will not break in two
So hard know so far that it’s a lame excuse
To think that taking a life is what makes you a man(man)
It’s more like making a life and having it placed in your hands (and)
Also facing your life not forsaking demands (Damn!)
You can fall in the trap and call it that Imma laugh when you hear that metal door slam
Seen the bottom of the gutter and I wonder if any of ya’ll ever really wanna escape(Fuck This)
Stuck in the clutches of the clucks that really run shit saying that you’re gonna but take (what’s that)
All of the wrong turns that makes your mom hurt all for your honor so quick to forget
Reminded that you’re blinded the moment you’ve been binded after it all feeling this pissed this is it
What does it prove and where does it leave you? Big Man Big Guns OH NO!
What do you lose and do you really need to prove you’re a gangsta jail house joto?
Eight million ways to die, you chose
Hate feeling almost like you lose
And in the end cost the life of a friend this ain’t pretend we grown men

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InkLine
Though I’m not like you, I’ve seen a fight or two
Don’t think I’m scared by now, don’t you get it confused
Think you’re on top of the world, keep doing what you do
Leave me be, leave me alone while I fight for truth
You got your colors that match, you feel like you belong (wrong)
Well maybe so but the fact is that’s the same old song (aawwee)
And you all know the exact words so sings along(ladidadidaaaaaaaa)
You can all justify to touch the sky Imma sit back and let you take that fall
All in all what really seperates anyway does anybody really have faith?? (whats that?)
Why does everybody have to reach for the piece when peace is what’s at stake (bust back)
Come on I dare you, try to compare it to, all the bad news stuck in a rut
You are what you see, unless you believe achieve anything and live that dream (but)
Where ya stand on with no ground to stand on, hit bottom with nothing to land on
We all bleed but some need tampons, gotta bigger, better game to put my man’s on
Hands on, hands off- Can’t touch this
On a whole ‘nother level of busting
Get yours, get something to trust in-redefine when enough is enough

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“I don’t gang bang-catching wreck is our thang”

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