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Roots The The Show Must Go On

love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleevea Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the

2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show

I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head

This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong While Remington raps on, coming on strong

, the cruffatin liveth, one hope, one quest Swigging that deep root juice, now we deh 'pon it boost Set them spirit them loose, go 'head go slash up

want you to feel What I had to feel on the other side Someday when I come up I want you to feel What I had to feel on the other side Everything that

lil' something and I show her some cash I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the S Cash Money Records nigga nothing but the best Got a monster truck, sitting on

land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have

the Audubon Slang rock on the same block that the water on I be more than gone, run and get your order form Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on