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Walkin’ through the ghetto and the feelin’ is fine
Relaxation, no frustration
Cause it’s time to get live
One hand whatches the other in this lonely street
No justice, no peace
Motherfuckers mo-il
So we struggle and strive
Niggas just to stay alive
I send fear in this pussy rappers rhymin’ ok
Yo we speak what we feel
And what we feel must be real
Baby Pa, you know the deal…
Going to Rosa's Cantina Going to Rosa's Cantina Hoping that she's still there Going to…
It coulda been me but it was you Who went and bit off a little…
Your love is ooh Your love is ooh baby Contemplate, as we lay Caught up…
Sweet, yes, your cold skinless body And I feel the rain As if teardrops crushed…
So now it's getting late, for thse who hesitate, got no one, But they don't…
It's four o'clock in the mornin', I hate to call you when it's stormin', but…