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I'll Go To War Bout All Of My Guys
Momma Say You Got To Open Your Eyes
A Lot Of Pain Cant Hold It Prolly Make A Nigga Cry
Thirteen On The Block With That Fye
Took My Spro Still Wondering Why
How They Pick And Choose Who Die
Poverty Made I Aint Telling No Lie
Get Rich Or I Might As Well Die

I'll Go To War Bout All Of My Guys
Momma Say You Got To Open Your Eyes
A Lot Of Pain Cant Hold It Prolly Make A Nigga Cry
Thirteen On The Block With That Fye
Took My Spro Still Wondering Why
How They Pick And Choose Who Die
Poverty Made I Aint Telling No Lie
Get Rich Or I Might As Well Die

I'll Go To War Bout You Baby
I Know You Be Stashing The Profit You
Aint Gone Spend That Shit On No Shoes Baby
I Go To War
That Choppa Gone Spark
You Know Your Boy Gone Shoot Baby
Tie Up The Game Like Some Shoes
Sit Back Reminisce And Count Up Some Blue
I Came From None I Didnt Have A Clue
We Can Go To War I Be Shooting At You
Stomach And Fridge Empty Where The Food
Cant Play Me No Chess I Be Knowing Your Move
Water My Neck I Aint Jump In No Pool
For My People I Dont Know What I'll Do
Imma Pop Mines AK No Twenty Twos
Aint No Crossing Mines Pussy Play Us Make The News
Tie The Shoes Up Like Some Shoes
I Put Some Ends Together They Was Loose
I Know They Aint Gone Help Me I Be Solo When I Move
I Cant Be Round Nobody I Might End Up Losing My Cool

I'll Go To War Bout All Of My Guys
Momma Say You Got To Open Your Eyes
A Lot Of Pain Cant Hold It Prolly Make A Nigga Cry
Thirteen On The Block With That Fye
Took My Spro Still Wondering Why
How They Pick And Choose Who Die
Poverty Made I Aint Telling No Lie
Get Rich Or I Might As Well Die

I'll Go To War Bout All Of My Guys
Momma Say You Got To Open Your Eyes
A Lot Of Pain Cant Hold It Prolly Make A Nigga Cry
Thirteen On The Block With That Fye
Took My Spro Still Wondering Why
How They Pick And Choose Who Die
Poverty Made I Aint Telling No Lie
Get Rich Or I Might As Well Die



Credits
Writer(s): Spiffy Pesoo
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