[Angie Stone in background]
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You...
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Wha, wha yeah
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It's like a team over here daddy
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One for all, and one for one [let it flow, flow, flow... ahh yeah...]
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If it aint that then it aint right
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If you be knowin that, you'll be aight
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[Verse 1]
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My heart goes out to the homeless and poor
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and my niggas in the bing that didn't go to the board
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wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold
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and for the kids that didn't get they school clothes
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For the gods that lost they earth
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The world's a song you'll get it back you just lost your verse
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It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin for weed
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Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first
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I could even bust my gun and do some office work
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But I still wanna off this jerk [shit...]
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I can't leave it out my rhymes [why]
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cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk
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Three houses for the family, two for the niggas
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When I die I was true to the niggas [true soldier]
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and I never practice voodoo
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But it's like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas
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[CHORUS: Angie Stone]
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HOW DO YOU GO ALL THIS WAY
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MAINTAIN THROUGH ALL THIS STRESS AND PAIN
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There's gotta be a better way
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There's gotta be a better way yeah
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If I should give up hope today
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PLEASE WOULD YOU HELP ME FIND MY WAY
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All I really want...
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IS TO JUST REALIZE THAT WE CAN JUST GET HIGH YEAH, YEAH
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[Verse 2]
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Ask God when he stoppin the pain
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A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein
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and the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching thirty
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and the only thing I know it's a profit to gain
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I might cry but I'm still cold
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I might be cold but I still cry
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and bottomline I'ma still die
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I can see the doors openin now
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I can see the ghost floatin around
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That's why P come down with the potenest sound
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spit the shit that'll open the ground [crack the ground]
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My third eye got a horoscope [see it all]
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So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote
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Build and destroy
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Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy
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Cuz all I really want [what]
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Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a TAURUS
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[CHORUS]
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[Verse 3]
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My whole life been a sacrifice
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So if my nigga need my help he aint never gotta ask me twice
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I'm the nigga you could kick it wit
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You gotta spot you wanna rob I'm the nigga you could stick it wit
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I'm in the studio, I'm droppin pain on the beat
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I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences
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They tryin to understand me, but I overstand 'em
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I'm the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random
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and to my corner niggas holdin cannons
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that want the money and jewels and everything cuz we so demanding
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To the hoes that think I'm handsome
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that know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that's the anthem
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Callin niggas like that's the ransom
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you could take 'em you could leave 'em but your man aint a happy camper
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If P flowin then that's the cancer
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Holiday the hottest shit point blank dog that's the answer
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[CHORUS] - 2X
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Black Magic
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Styles |