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Quick And The Dead This System

is bringing me hope While this system will not let me go Will you not let me go? (Go) Will you not let me go? [2x] This mission is bringing me hope This system

bringing me hope While this system will not let me go Will you not let me go? (Go) Will you not let me go? [2x] This mission is bringing me hope This system

bringing me hope While this system will not let me go Will you not let me go? (Go) Will you not let me go? [2x] This mission is bringing me hope This system

watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin',

generation I didn't see the empire If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead With a truck full of birds feedin' them bread And before

what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's gettin

Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall Relentless, the anthology consolidated With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse

the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead

the ledge Stay focused like photo lens And spread wings like Cobra heads Till I'm old and dead (Busta) Hot shit, toxic You know we blocks shit Traffic in the streets system