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01-31-05, 08:01 PM
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ready 4 wuteva
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Blasphemy remix feat 2pac and Prince Ital
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red-pac green-Prince Ital white-me My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings I got advice from my father, all he told me was this Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace) Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain they claim life is to short how when mine's distorted i should've been aborted lost loved ones by niggas orders body bags assorted; my retalliation was thwarted realization of my failure's left my pain exhorted the ghetto's heartless in a sense............ it's very few niggas who'll ride for you til the end let us begin back at my birth date nigga i was born out of hate who would've thought i'd set foot on earth when my mother was raped such blasphemy a catastrophy yet God was lookin down on me I learned survival by the streets from some heavenly G's violent deeds enticing me at a very young age momma prayin "save my son from these blasphemous ways" my only father was my anger from the days of my youth am i cursed somebody tell me the truth (check it) i pray my seed is a better one i'll teach him right he'll learn from the evil shit i've done and he'll be sayin I remeber what my papa told me remember what my papa told me, blasphemy Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar Have you ever seen a crackhead, pass eternal fire so many crooked folks around who can i run to? look at how we livin now what has this world come to? Why you got these kids minds, thinkin that they evil while the preacher bein richer you say honor God's people how can we honor those who low-rate us claimin holy but after church even they fight and cuss Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X true my nigga how can blacks live the American way when they got senators in west virginia who ran the KKK? They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand times in this crime man, my Thug nation Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change Try to find a way to make it out the game life is a struggle we're set up to lose but you can make it out alive if you wisely choose watch closely who you deal with you could end up crossed your soul in infinate rest at an eternal loss I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? i pray it's more and if not what's on the other side will people love no certain race and worship color blind? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain let us pray Our father, who art in heaven Hallow be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done In earth, as it is in heaven Give us this day, our daily bread As we give up our debts As we forgive our debt-ors Lead us not into temptation but deliver us, unevil For God, is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, and ever, and ever
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01-31-05, 08:03 PM
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ready 4 wuteva
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02-02-05, 04:40 PM
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ready 4 wuteva
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IP:
ay wut tha fuck is dis gettin slept on 4? uppin
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02-03-05, 08:23 PM
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ready 4 wuteva
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IP:
uppin............................................. ...................
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02-03-05, 08:34 PM
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Geaux Fuck Yourself
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IP:
eh... concept of remaking a real song and leaving original artists in isn't that cool.
But Imma nice guy so I'll give you feedback. 4/10... you can work on alot of stuff... but it wasn't bad... it's just the whole concept that I refered to isn't appealing. but nontheles... return the favor... link is in the sig.
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