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L.A. Guns - It Yo lyrics
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 It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo
 I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice
 It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul
 Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)
 It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know
 It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo
 Another lost soul, up at the crossroads
 Regulatin' up in this thang
 while you suckers hatin up in this thang
 You might as well respect the game
 'Cuz it's time to see a change
 Talk about your flows and your clothes
 And all your hos and your doughs
 What about the ones with the holes in their souls
 Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow
 And how you done lived with their dough
 And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you know
 Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed
 While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real
 So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game
 Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name
 That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
 Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
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 Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be
 Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies
 And think they thuggin but really buggin
 On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they hugginL.A. Guns - It Yo - http://motolyrics.com/la-guns/it-yo-lyrics.html
 While they locked in the cell, 
 See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that
 Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back
 Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch
 Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this
 And realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlist
 Too many people livin they life and never knowin the risk
 And yo, it's spiritual, you cats that's fightin lyrical
 I'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a miricle
 It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thai
 It ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tank
 Or that Cash Money that rule, don't you know that Christ is rulin this fool
 Runnin around and thinkin you cool, 'cuz you got your tattoos
 But you ain't got a clue
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 For all the ones that's locked down
 You claim you spreadin them love
 But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugs
 And sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swear
 Now how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and plenty of dough
 It's like every other city you go and on these videos
 Every time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yo
 Now back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on ya'll
 You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawl
 Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call
 That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my Lord
 Like I told you before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo bling
 It ain't yo drop top E-class while you rollin on them thangs
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