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We Can't Win


by AZ. Buy album CD: Doe Or Die


No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?
Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
that's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
Some lost sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation
Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
Hook:
What? For my Height niggas (Uncut)
Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas
This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em
space, like three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of
six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell
then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
Hook
So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
What the fuck cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
>From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, cock the 4.....
Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down
Holdin niggas for high stitches, what? What?



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Album: Doe Or Die (2010) Lyrics
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  1. Bonus
  2. Feel My Pain
  3. Gimme Your's 2010
  4. Ho Happy Jackie
  5. I Feel 4 U 2010
  6. I’m ILL
  7. Nothing Move
  8. Rather Unique 2010
  9. Sugar Hill
  10. The Calm
  11. Tribute (Intro)
  12. Your World Dont Stop 2010
  13. Intro
  14. Uncut Raw
  15. Gimme Your's
  16. Hoe Happy Jackie
  17. Rather Unique
  18. I Feel For You
  19. Sugarhill
  20. Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide
  21. Doe Or Die
  22. We Can't Win
  23. Your World Don't Stop
  24. Sugar Hill (Remix)

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