{Layzie} It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls Babi Boi, my Angel, Daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads (Crossroads) {Bizzy} Babi Boi . . . {Layzie} Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta These things guidin' your struggles All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle Why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors ? These are the days of our lives (lives) Do or die, (that died to Boo - he go bye) Whom die they lie in the face of our society Try at of every attempt to quiet me I got a nation that's down to ride with me Here's the deal, can I get a witness? It's deeper than survival Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die The wicked is near me Dearly departed, but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me So I stay strapped (Don't pose for the cop) Crooked cops, they gonna harass me Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days Keepin' a pistol in my possession But a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on And prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, Come on, don't make me hurt ya Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
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