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paris (rap) - root of all evil lyrics

[verse 1]
who is it? the mothaf-ckin’ d-o-g
still spittin’ game over tight–ss beats
get the money ’cause the fame ain’t nothin’ to me
i be the tightest one servin’ but it’s never for free
i seen many die on these streets fo’ sho’
over money, wrong looks, cocaine, and ho
where friendship blows in the wind like dust
see, they used to be yo homies but they ready to bust
you can’t trust no man, but some might try
see them come, see them go, see them drop like fly
how many of them fail, just a few succeed
where fantasy is real and what’s real is a dream?
and i been in this game and i done dirt, too
still down for the struggle but i can’t be fooled
every brother ain’t a brother, ain’t a d-mn thing new
need to take your million man march -ss to school
and tell

[hook]
see it’s the root of all evil, the story is told
and you never really know if they your friends or foes
so cold up on these streets, i seen the evil that men do
will money be the reason that the murder continue?
see it’s the root of all evil, the story is told
and you never really know if they your friends or foes
so cold up on these streets, i seen the evil that men do
will money be the reason that the murder continue?

[verse 2]
they say change is the only thing that stays the same
take a look around and see how many remain
i’m a vet up in this here, still ten years deep
gettin’ cash, spittin’ game over tight–ss beats
everybody nowadays wanna come up quick
young soldiers hit licks who can suck on d-cks
but dirt gun in the dark comes the light
young n-gg- got aids ’cause the kitty was right
now what you know, and what you see?
and where you from, and who you be?
’cause everybody got skeletons in the cut
and peace to the homies in the pen locked up
i said, it’s like a jungle sometimes, it made me wonder
how i keep from going under, who gone be the one the
change things ’cause it seem ain’t no hope
scratch his name off the list if he come up short
and tell

[verse 3]
they say the world keep turnin’ and life goes on
some others start slippin’ while some stay strong
the old pain goes away with the p-ssage of time
p-dog is on the mic, still spittin’ the rhyme
and if you ask me, you know i couldn’t be much help
real n-gg-s understand, gotta do for yourself
’cause ain’t nothin’ comin’ if you don’t apply
and don’t n-body really care if n-gg-s’ livin’ or dyin’
i fold up them up like a crease, breeze through the weak fleas
on my sack gets scratched, now who’s who in this rap game
late p-ss on my haters ’cause i still blitz them
shoulda kept ya mouth shut ’cause you got it twisted
real soldiers don’t die, we just re-adjust
while some might try, they can’t touch this
street soldier with a capital s
p-dog sayin’, “f-ck the rest!”
tell me is it really real

[outro]
see it’s the root of all evil

- paris rap lyrics

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