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Pro Pain Love And War

got to make this all worth while all is fair in love and war dignified, we speak and all of us are never heard lash out and spread the word

you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more

, taking out all my enemies Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers And memories and that's real, press my hand and see if

more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur 'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more

your uncle sells trees Yo, high ranked officials and armed tanks and missiles Blood drizzle simple fact, you slept on the issue That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and

wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name

And you a pro soldier [Verse 2: Young noble] Hey yo I spit, rip for Pac and Yak I love y'all both That's why I rap with a grudge and keep my enemies

you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more

of blood Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs It's your screams I love I sample them, put on 'em on Pro Tools And Ad-lib 'em with vocals,