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Brothers Four The This Land Is Your Land

your diamond deserts And all around me a voice kept saying Oh, this land belongs to you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land From California

my two do' Regal With four 12's in my trunk, that'll bump like a beetle Under the seat is the desert eagle, for you and your people Think you seen it the first time, this

I'm So Hood (Listen) I Wear My Pants Below My Waist For The Land That Dance For The Men Up In This Place Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'

-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your (???) from (BOOF BAF!!) You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!!) You want to kill your own brother

tell that you're Biggie's second cousins brother. But I don't care cause all I wanna makes an album cover. That promise land that you be tryna land is

own and When it's time to die you'll be all alone so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga Everybody's

up against the wall Well let's see how Rob B-O handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs Watch ya backs bad boys {Black Rob} Yo, who the fuck is this

East of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your

Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out,