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[Forte' Spoken Words]
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Recently I was compelled to tell the tale of two men
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Not long ago in a club in the dead of winter
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They'd come into conflict over mistaken identities
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Brought forth by the pursuit of a woman
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She ultimately became the scapegoat for an ego maniacal environment
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There are two sides to every coin as well as every story
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Balance is a way of life...Be it for better or worse....
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[Forte' - Chorus]
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Right, Left
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North, South
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Two sides balance out
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Black, White
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Either or
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God Is Love, God Is War
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Right, Left
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North, South
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Two sides balance out
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Black,White
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Either or
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God Is Love, God Is War!
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[Forte' - 1st Verse]
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In peace, live by the sword
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God Is love, God Is War
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Most cats out on the streets don't know what they're fighting for
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Buckwild, despite the law
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And nobody like to run
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Hit holders with shoulder chips up in the club
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Yo, that's the wrong man money
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and you rubbed his bitch
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And that man make money, have you seen his clique?
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Every member flying iron and their knights with it
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You feeling pressure, like a black where only whites can sit
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Well you ain't want a situation , but you've got one here...
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You don't want to see the bin, you've been out on year...
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How you trying to play it off up in this club if you dare to
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You walk beside the mix, and your mens ain't near you
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You want to holler names, knowing well that they won't hear you
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And this nigga here really got to learn to fear you
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You're feeling your conceal knowing that you've got to tear through
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In their room,
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holding onto life like an heirloom!
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[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
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[Forte' - 2nd Verse]
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Hey yo my back is on the wall
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And I pray that god bless you
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I'm running out of patience, and you're blatant disrespectful
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My crew never played, we was babies getting paid
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Spots locked from Coney Island to the Brooklyn Promenade
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Took lives and stealing I.V.'s, very few niggas like me
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The Devil in your midst, and what you don't know could hurt you
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My squad terrorize everything outside their circle
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Shit! These mens are worse, and they all is thirst
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But it's more than just the woman, my respect comes first
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Man I, burst buffoons when I curse with coons
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If you survive, may your Mother come and nurse your wounds
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Only to, catch it again
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Rule one, no friends
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This club shit'll make you careless
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My burners leave you airless (Yeah)
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Seconds away from your last day (from your last day, seconds away
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everyday, all day)
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[Forte' Chorus - 2x]
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[Forte' - 3rd Verse]
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Well, like my pops said, "you play, you gotta pay"(True-true)
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I dig your sham, but my man's on the real (But who you?)
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My sons put me on, and I heard of the name
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But you got 1 second left, out of 5 for fame
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Though outnumbered, I want it
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You the hunter, getting hunted
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By a younger predator, if you want it
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And son if it come down to the wire, and my mens ain't 'round
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we gonna do what we gotta, 'cause I can't back down
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It's too late now, expect you, when your man through
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A little verbal attitude, and I found that rude
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Now what to do? I know your crew, and each one got stripes
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But I'm young see, and one thing you not -- Hungry!
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It's either or, in the game from the door
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Lets see who'll be the first to find the floor! (That all!)
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[Forte' Chorus - 4x]
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God Is Love God Is War
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John Forte |