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Group Home - Sacrifice lyrics
Intro: Yo! This is the mighty Nutcracker no doubt Check it out It is ok that we make mistakes No one on this level is perfect It is ok to cry and make mistakes That is part of bein of a human being We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come So everyone who doubt in thee I'm just sayin: ffuck you! (Interlude Cuts: Our society is fucked up They're fuckin our brothas This is s s this is white society They've, problem, us, uh This shit ain't no god damn accident This shit wears niggaz out to heart This shit was created for us This shit was created to make niggaz tweak It must be something in the... the nigga blood or something This shit... these ni-ni-niggaz, ni-ni-niggaz) Verse One: Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sons be sons Made the biggest man beat the man with the biggest guns So elevate my mindstate, and take the weight Cock back two gats, it's power ?moves MA? I sacrifice my lifestyle, that I'm livin For or the real shit in drama that'll be givin For years, I never faked jackson with fear Step to my misions, man to man, act my own airs One for one, go for yours, blow for blow All out schemes CC, the big toe Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, man Wordu, yo, uh.. Verse Two: Here's a message from god, show'im how we roll hard This lifestyle I must sacrifice with the Def Squad It's all about, no getting' minds no fuckin' doubt And all y'all fake fuckin niggaz need a break out Word up, yo, I kill you in the battle Deadly like a rattle snake But I don't rattle Here's a sattle for the ride up ya life And if you don't know me, I think you better think twice You better step or check for someone else When you step in my trap, you wreck yourself Here's the wealth, good health and the money You funny, like a fuckin dummy Bugs Bunny Feel my wrath, here's my ass in the gold drag Cause I love to blast, and I love to crash Everyday we do it around my way Have no time to play, I just fade away... I sacrifice my lifestyle (Interlude Cuts: Hey, you can't change anything Just goin' on, youknowhat... Hope y'all... don't let TV take off your minds Le-learn and think for yourself) Verse Three: Ain't nothing sweet, you and death'll meet Fuckin withe streets, shit's real We know the deal so we pack steel We be the individuals livin reventless Packin the automatic weapons and bullet proof vest'es Me and my crew got to live in proof Livin Proof- so I choose not to fake moves I make moves and break rules if I have to No dough, so I got the gat pointed at you By any means I'm out for cream And willin to do sticks, catch vicks Because I'm on some trife shit Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordup Outro: The absolute Nutcracker The boogie-woogie body snatchas Yea, to my nigga Deputy *?kidnap paper?* knuhmsaying My nigga Headquarters Smily, the Ghetto Child Brainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh |
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