All I need, all I need is you All what I need is your heart Everywhere, every step, every part All I need, all I need is you All I need, all I need, all I
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I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
Systems go Satellite, Satellite Minus 10 Twilight, twilight I feel the moon Pulling me away Into the blue Of the midnight's sky If you can do What I
] Money all day, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all
the beat back All that whackness, we don't need that You gotta bring the beat back All that whack garbage, we don't need that Bring the beat back All
who is without sin cast the first stone Mayne every time I walk inside the church house the preacher cuttin his eyes at me But I know he can't throw nothin
y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what
thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma" Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on the side, I don't treat
I'll buy a new set tomorrow I'm the horror the system built Suck liquor out my moms tits instead of milk I'm society's filth, shit I feel no guilt Welfare
Lost in space While you search lookin' deep in your Rolodex, I flex, I tell the truth When I'm serious you think I'm mysterious, drop rap in minutes
seven oh four three two one, red four Green expanding to one Moving levers up at seven decimal eight Moving two point liters down All systems go, red
And now I wanna clap shit (Uh) I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit I lost my mind I can't get it back The way that I'm spittin, yo I spit ya
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game And put my problems on layaway A black man but i feel so blue So i smoke
to stay high I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose But sometimes the flesh get's weak And I regret the decision I choose But I'm not trying
, what can I get you?... You know what, fuck all that shit man You fine as a mothafucka Now I'm just try'na holla at cha baby, you know what I'm sayin
block and a phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin' just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from
match blue latchin' vendeta Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in So give up the ghost my nigga Remember me, I
