What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be That you and I should get along awfully People are people
What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people, so why should it be That you and I should get along awfully People are people
Traduction: Dope. People Are People.
understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be That you and I should get along awfully People are people
people still have no clue But they can look at all this cheese that I produce [Chorus: x2] And I'm wild to go round are you up or you down Are you in
[Chorus:] all my people to all my people everything stay ok either way is way too long tell the dj to play my song (repeat) i gotta feeling like i
the fuck they all got egos? My OG is Tyrique and my kick game be like Bobbito Garcia This shit a freethrow, this shit here for my people No soup for all
instead But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell I tell my people so no to dope
maximum security, for no bidness Sick of I'm missing you, so here's what I'm fin to do Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few The odds are
strong now I write my songs, with plenty of pride For my people, that done burned for years and died Don't you wanna grow over your child, so you can know who you are
let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own So don't bring none of that there, to my home I love my people, and that's a fact But I wanna know
people, without our own people trying to get us And I could see the rules of the game are still the same, cause days are shorter And times are harder,
I looked the devil in his eye, thinking the song I'm a survivor Things ain't what they seem my yellows are green People are demons, demons are people
saw? Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" The dope fiend brought back
guess who he saw? Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap He said "Hurry, hurry up and run!" The dope fiend brought
with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays, are cursed
the daddy) But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are
