pride tonight God only knows this place is strange Banging on the door again Banging on the door that's locked forever Losing on a lover's game Winning on
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your pride tonight God only knows this place is strange Banging on the door again Banging on the door that's locked forever Losing on a lover's game Winning on
' a fighter Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider My mellow my ace, movin' from place to place All a nigger want is a taste Working on the
waves with Three Sixty measurements chrome rims, new timbs Exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mind state Prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily Wall street bound walkin' on
darkened frown Pulse starts jumping and feet won't move Seventy quid for these new shoes Heart beat pumping and move the floor Head is banging on a darkened door
It ain't about who can bang or slang the most 'caine And ki's or O's, sport new clothes Or about who can fuck the most hoes 'Cause it's a mind state
you No more hot tears and pride No more bloodshed this time I'm moving on to a better place Nightmares don't arrive when i see your face Cannot hold on
my size ten still towe showe to the floor. It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, 'cause ya Simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang- Bang
shit It ain't about who can bang or slang the most 'caine and ki's or O's, sport new clothes or about who can fuck the most hoes Cause it's a mind-state
my size ten still towe showe to the floor. It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang- bang
about bein' a fighter use the guide to open up your mind a little wider my mellow my ace movin' from place to place all a nigger want is a taste working on
eject it Never mind, they might get infected Rather spit a rhyme in a second Get ya goddamn mind corrected We shootin' slugs, niggaz need hard hats to get they mind
it's chain gang, we got a shank on us It's Maccabee, bang-bang, get a tank on us Black Market military, project cemeteries Rhymes be obituaries, simple
