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Design Would It Be The Same

all white, Call it John McCain How the hell could you stop me? Why in the world would you try? I go hard forever, That's just how I'm designed, That's

keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war It don't stop, it won

do it, gotta put ya mind to it Put ya feet in the dirt, just push right through it When shit get rough, you gotta stick to it Play that Bone Thug music, it

that jealousy. Now do you bitches really think that I'm the same girl I used to be? Do you really think I will back down from you hoes if you try to bring it

Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? Do they do the same shit when the defendant face is white? If white boys doing it, well, it's success

over a ratchet Not, no crab shit, got bagged with the mag Taxi cab shit Clit was hangin' out her panties with no where to stash it It was classic Nowadays

the Audemar away, today feel like a present day Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the Escalade Ii be

they would've done the same for me Why do I put it down for the streets and my R.I.P's? (Ooh, and I like it) Because they would've done the same for

with me because everybody blind The sign of the time it would be fine to have weapons designed for half-steppin' in crime, have seconds to shine before they shut it