The Group Home - Sacrifice lyrics

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Intro:

Yo! This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt

Check it out

It is ok that we make mistakes

No one on this level is perfect

It is ok to cry and make mistakes

That is part of bein of a human being

We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come

So everyone who doubt in thee

I'm just sayin: ffuck you!

(Interlude Cuts:

Our society is fucked up

They're fuckin our brothas

This is-s-s, this is white society

They've, problem, us, uh

This shit ain't no god damn accident

This shit wears niggaz out to heart

This shit was created for us

This shit was created to make niggaz tweak

It must be something in the... the nigga blood or something

This shit... these ni-ni-niggaz, ni-ni-niggaz)

Verse One:

Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sons be sons

Made the biggest man beat the man with the biggest guns

So elevate my mindstate, and take the weight

Cock back two gats, it's power ?moves MA?

I sacrifice my lifestyle, that I'm livin

For or the real shit in drama that'll be givin

For years, I never faked jackson with fear

Step to my misions, man to man, act my own airs

One for one, go for yours, blow for blow

All out schemes CC, the big toe

Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, man

Wordu, yo, uh..

Verse Two:

Here's a message from god, show'im how we roll hard

This lifestyle I must sacrifice with the Def Squad

It's all about, no getting' minds no fuckin' doubt

And all y'all fake fuckin niggaz need a break out

Word up, yo, I kill you in the battle

Deadly like a rattle snake

But I don't rattle

Here's a sattle for the ride up ya life

And if you don't know me, I think you better think twice

You better step or check for someone else

When you step in my trap, you wreck yourself

Here's the wealth, good health and the money

You funny, like a fuckin dummy Bugs Bunny

Feel my wrath, here's my ass in the gold drag

Cause I love to blast, and I love to crash

Everyday we do it around my way

Have no time to play, I just fade away...

I sacrifice my lifestyle

(Interlude Cuts:

Hey, you can't change anything

Just goin' on, youknowhat...

Hope y'all... don't let TV take off your minds

Le-learn and think for yourself)

Verse Three:

Ain't nothing sweet, you and death'll meet

Fuckin withe streets, shit's real

We know the deal so we pack steel

We be the individuals livin reventless

Packin the automatic weapons and bullet proof vest'es

Me and my crew got to live in proof

Livin Proof- so I choose not to fake moves

I make moves and break rules if I have to

No dough, so I got the gat pointed at you

By any means I'm out for cream

And willin to do sticks, catch vicks

Because I'm on some trife shit

Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordup

Outro:

The absolute Nutcracker

The boogie-woogie body snatchas

Yea, to my nigga Deputy

*?kidnap paper?* knuhmsaying

My nigga Headquarters

Smily, the Ghetto Child

Brainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh