Loyalty, I gave my loyalty I gave my heart and my soul. My heart and soul and all I could give For a reason to live. Fidelity, always fidelity Putting
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all it's the Great White North home of the funniest actors the brunt of the joke with an abundance of laughter the Red and White flag keep it high keep it
lobotomy Now why did I ever pay for this junk? I hooked up eighty channels and each one stunk Just brainless blood and guts And mindless T&A It's awful, it's putrid, it's crummy It
fuckin dream But America's got us dyin for it waitin for relief The penitentiaries is filled to the max with my people who tried to make it out but never
like a rail Do it on the D, she don't need no help She say she got it, she do it all by herself Do it, do it sick Get so fine like a goddamn ticket,
you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me like all silence Fuckin' with a vet be, all problems I'm not about the threats B, I'm all
bothered With all of this nonsense, it's constant And oh it's his lyrical content the song 'Guilty Conscience' Has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me and it
aint no telling at what point it will stop, All I got to do is point to the spot, When the bomb drops boy does it drop, And when it does boy there's a
his school And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's
[My pain?] It runs deep Share it with me! [Verse 1: 2Pac:] They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time
harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my God I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today I was sold to a sick
I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant (Take the high back) face it everybody got a favorite I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I chase
affection's super illustrated And I like to give, don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated Well let's cook it up, we don't refrigerate it
s do it Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it Still gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's only music