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[CHORUS]
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an that s why I love you
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an that s why I love you

[VERSE 1]
Yo, father forgive, we all tryin to survive where we live
I d rather feed the homeless eight times than talk to da kids
Show em life ain t no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard as it is, when I be dreamin I be talkin to B.I.G
In my hood it ain t no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo
Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
In my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
but tha was love from tha family when tymes are cold
I seen n analyzed tha world from my project roof
An seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth
A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose
A motherless child,lost in these streets loose
in the waterworlds away these are rainy days
My man got poped at an early age
These cowards run n say he flipped into his early grave
They say the good die young, we re headed for dem early gates

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[VERSE 2]
yo,they say this love wasnt meant to be
2 people from 2 different worlds,we wasnt meant to be
it musta been fate you were sent to me
we ll make it through these hard tymes,eventually
tha standard fight,walk by faith n not by sight
we re all tha same color when you turn off tha lights
i take tha sunshine with tha pain
wear my Saraguards sad,dats when it rains
no fridge,kept tha food on tha window payne
we all breathe tha same air so we all tha same
im trapped in this ghetto maze tryna make it out
if you dont know me dont judge me,wuthcu talkin bout
im far dividable of ard of tha broken dreams
single mothas yall my heroes,yall my queens
to get my moms out tha hood,thats my hope n dreams
to raise my son to be a soldier by any means

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feat. Begetz, X-Million

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
You know it gotta be gangsta
When Other Peoples Money in the place
You ain t gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face
You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face
If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist
You don t really wanna hear the glock echo
Niggas ll get it, send shots that ll go through ya Ecko
Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin
On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin
Waitin til them semi-autos poppin
My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n poppin
Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha
Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha
Back in the V throw the toast away
Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away
Before the sirens is comin
My niggaz be runnin
Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin
And all you niggaz is frontin you really don t want it
We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin
You get shot in ya stomach y all don t really want it

[Verse 2: Begetz]
Yo, y all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly
That ll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy
Shots ll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee
If I m outta shells you get the back of the Uzi
Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina
If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya
Want heat? I can get ya a fevea
Stuffy nose cause I m sick with the heata
A fifth that ll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya
Yall get sticked in the freeza
Body wrapped up in the plastic
Just like the clothes y all get from the cleanas
Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt
Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt
I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won t stop
Soon as you rippin, then I m clickin, you spittin, you drop
And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not
You keep riffin and your lip ll be gettin you shot

[Verse 3: X-Million]
I m gettin tired, I ain t gangsta
But I m in and out of courts steady
Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy
I m from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry
Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready
For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds
Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs
Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick
Cause I m so wild nothin can kill me, I ve been dead
I m on video rollin with po-po
Them shots ll get you left lookin like Jordan logo
Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk
Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt
You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500
Not a mile on it, gully I want it
Put 100 thou on it nigga
And I ain t gangsta?

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[Chorus: Begetz]
Aiyo we Big Shots, we Big Shots
And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
So we them true-to-life killas, killas
We takin Other People Money, they money
And then we buyin all the cars, the cars
Man bump em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo we stars, we stars

[Fredro Starr]
I m the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York
Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk
Throwin hits at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this
4/5th, burnin my fist, pullin shades down, murderous bitch
Anonymous threats, blueprints designin ya death
Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex
Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest
Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest
Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates
Black robes, funeral homes, shootin ya wake
Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin
Other People Money, we kill men

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[Sincere]
My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull
Sin ll pop you, D.O.A. ll bomb you
Mafia style, boss me? Body a child
When I get locked it s like Gotti on trial
Five years in the pen, separated from friends
I m only 21, kept the shakers and gun
Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist
The type to chase death, like faces of death
Sippin the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me
I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me
Claimin my Church, the type to put woke in the church
If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt
Bustin my gun, who you know fuck wit dunn
Put six in ya burners, I ain t feelin you son
Stop the bull, ya ain t got guns to pull
Ya still yappin, ain t enough gun clappin

[Chorus 2X]

In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for
him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night
We knew then. That these were the children of god
The ones who betrayed me and my desire

This must be the desolate land. this is the kingdom of...

Gib uns kein gold denn das ist nur glimmer
gib uns auch kein silber denn das fänden wir noch schlimmer
wir wolln keine medaillen keine orden an der wand
keine auszeichnung von vater staat und unserm mutterland
wir wollen zeit eure aufmerksamkeit
also nehmt euch...

I guess the end finally came.
Truth is, I m the one to blame, and I m sorry.
See I never thought it would end this way.
Silent with nothing left to say, I m so sorry.

Now the hardiest part is here.
Hanging...

He arrived on the scene
With no past and no future
He seemed to know your dreams
Replace tears with laughter

Street corner whispers
Would mention his name
Selfish? Benevolent?
What was his game

Some say he s perfect

Get em hype

See all the lovin in the world
i m with it
if you down we can split
i guarantee that you can feel it
giving you all my warm embraces
and if i give them to you
i guarantee they wont be wasted...