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Everybody
Everybody

[Jamie
Patchwork, together from dues to dirt
From earthgrown and weather conditions of the
And everyone's a part of it, more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and grandmothers
New and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places
Parents and teachers, prostitutes and
Throw ya hands to the sky and that he can see us
how we got to live, and doing what we got to do
Praying for another day so we can fight and make it
Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us for rhymes
Still we congregate in unemployment
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, book, same world
we on another page. (one more time)
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, book, same world
Just we on page...

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
on, we on another page
(Everybody dies)

[Monoxide
Once I lit a smoke off a bitch I
And I ashed it in her face she died
Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my
Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind
That's me and my man at door, and we looking for a reason to start the war
You should of never to take a stab at us
And you should of rapped on us
We see the from way the others hurried and rush
We broke them down, rolled up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what?
You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you when it's supposed to
Bitch have your whole block haunted
Flaunt us like the in your chilli, we all know the really really
slap your girlfriend silly
Big Willie get throat cut and left bleeding
While my homeboy's banging girl, while ya leaving

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)

Bill]
What ya looking at, ya bitch at?
I'll her bounce on till the back's up
Thinking something that your other playas tap off
Holes in stomach, till your whole waist snap off
Pour on 'nac, bite the bottle cap off
Hate it with a passion when a bitch act off
on ya hood everyday and never slack off
Never let it get squash, never let it
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

Killa]
Flip through a couple pages, into my background
All you see is the dead
Daddy always said be days like this
Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only
I can't believe all the drama when it comes to
Ain't you can do but pay respect
Slip into the afterlife, feeling as a feather
Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin'

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)