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Payable On Death P O D Testify

hood is listenin, so for you that i wrote this. Keep it underground, stickin to the streets like the homeless. With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. Cause we triple O, O

respect ya You can run and hide, in the end we gon'getcha Boom-biddy-by-by Original Roots In Stereo So rep the streets you ride on. Chant dem down with

stand for something Sweep The Leg! Then you don't stand for nothin Sweep The Leg! Gonna suffer the repercussions Sweep The Leg! A coward dies a thousand times Death

: What you know about that. Fallin, Fallin Babylon! The so called great. Dead weight. Dread 'bout to update the death rate in one take, Make no mistake

: Imperial, Righteous respects, cause we ain't done yet Lock it down, and overthrow all the pirates And get out of town, can you see them smiling Blisters

: No one knows what goes on inside of your head And everything seems to be ok. And your the same as you've always been (your the same) If I'd listened

: And is this where we need to be? Or are we tired of looking? Searching, for more than eyes can see, For something to believe in. It slipped away, fell

Me Now (If I could see you!) If you, If you, Could see Me Now (If I could see you!) If only you, If you, Could see Me Now (If I could see you!) (Then you'd

hood is listenin, so for you that i wrote this. Keep it underground, stickin to the streets like the homeless. With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. Cause we triple O, O