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Few Left Standing Wishing You

existence You're not the only one You're hurting You stare expressionless As our worlds are torn apart I reach for your hand Why don't you reach back

up/ All my thugs, I salute you, stay true/ An all my love, I send to you/ This one here's for you, and you/ We still love you so you know it's all good

you're Loco, but you ain't Mexican Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again Fucking with tha hoggs, you say you bloods But you ain't nothing but

music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you

You narrow your associates down to the few you can stand And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours You study east and western

credentials. you're only as good as you look, I'm always told. red right, white left, famous or nameless, what'll it be? cover your mouth when you

you I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow you I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few

on my closet. (Not even) Since you, all I ever known was fly shit Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic. 'Cause you're much less Sometimes you gotta' stand

at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish