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Warriors The Belly

brainwashing you! Yet so hungry and angry. Angry! Such a feeble attempt to break me. Break me! I'm calling you out so eat me. Belly! Eat me, belly! Crucifier

around, we created the zero But we mean nothing to you, you would believe That we are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly that gave birth

make our children (We request to negotiate) Martyrs than murderers (We come to you unarmed) We'd rather make our children (We desire to communicate) White Flag Warriors

't seen white trash before?) A bunch of rowdy white boys with nothing left to live for A bunch of rowdy white boys who live their whole life poor Theirs bellies

in the middle of the shoot out untighting clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff,I do this you catching my drift, repersenting with My section on my belly

Yes, I want them to know, say real warriors don't play And if you romp with us, you have to run away I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

and hustle Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber A warrior

and slum cats Doom for dominion sluggish posture, See I wait a lifetime just to pierce these spears though the bellies of every monster. 10 little warriors

on the grind in, Georgia All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia We ain't playin' witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of