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Garcia Manuel Search

) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin hands with the

P then that's trouble with 1st We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth You know where we at, in the struggle to search Come thug on my

[Proof] What's up it's glad to meet you, you say yo' daddy beat you? Pour out your heart, before you start let me grab some tissue Okay, here you go,

[Proof Talking] This my last letter right here Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here [Proof] I put my soul through the ink Bless a path with

[MC Breed] I'm in it witch'all (okay) Hit big cash, I'll spend it witch'all Win at the casino bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey) Leave in my Spreewells spinnin

[repeat 2X] There's nothing, there's nothing There's nothing, no there's nothing Won't lose it, can't lose it There's nothing but this music [Proof]

Loaded, dazed, confused I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin

, Mudd (5 Ela), T-3 (Slum Village)) [Chorus 2X: Kon Artis] It's however, it's whatever you like If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right

Anything you heard before me Hah, it's simple like a street life suburban story Turn my poor peeps into murkers for beef Who the fuck is Jerry? I'm searchin