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Ladron - One World lyrics
Ya'll know I'm young and witty, only my guns is pretty
 Got Ali(Rasul)running with me, ya'll can come and get me
 Find me in the slums of fifties, gutter campaigns from Poughkeepsie
 that'll leave one in your kidney!
 If you run against me, I've got killer flows,
 ain't no monkey-business in gorilla fros
 use music to heal a soul, all my young shorties fulfill your goals
 Life is more then just the fastest cars & the illest
 cloths! Tim'lands and whites, linen with ice
 winning with dice, cinnamon wife blend with the trife!
 repenting to Christ, vacating where the temperature's nice
 Penderin' twice, that's what I call: Living the Life..
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 Yo it's the same hood money guns bottles of Cane
 We can take what tomorrow'll bring
 but as the days pass, our mottos'll change..
 It's all one world, divided by bars and the chains, sorrow & pain
 Follow the game gospels came with bullets ans slugs
 took it to bloods of Abraham's crooks and them thugs
 Hookers in clubs, little girls cooking up drugs
 Who am I to rearrange their outlooks of love?!
 My footage on dubs is like Holy Books from aboveLadron - One World - http://motolyrics.com/ladron/one-world-lyrics.html
 Saying Allah U Akbar, still shook from his grudge
 shook to be judged, balls of fire false desire
 crawling up higher until my laws retire
 Yo, cutting no slacks, busting no caps
 We've learned to reevaluate and muscle our tracks
 my lungse'll colapse 'cause I keep cussin' on wax
 How many rappers do you know still hustling crack?
Chorus: Repeat
 Now they're really gonna hate us! The Square and Ali Vegas
 makin' papers. You can't escape the vapors
 If the music doesn't work go back to stagin' capers
 It ain't our fault they say it's what the devil made us
 Whether mikes or skypagers, gats or crossfaders,
 the game's the same and it's played by all ages
 Laced with raw flavas, make ya'll wanna taste it
 Niggas throw your guns in the air, hoes get naked
 our motto. Pop bottles after we shake it
 The lifestyles of young brothas tryin' to make it
 Whips, exotic trips, and large bank statements,
 It's yours and it's there to be taken








