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Ron Block The Blackness Of The Need

before The broken heart is soil for the seed But still I ask the question 'bout a thousand times or more The answer's in the blackness of the need I

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] Killa Yo, girl: get a notepad (for what?) You ain't got no swag! And you so fine, it's so sad Still riding coach, need a Coach bag

[Cam'Ron] Dipseeeet!, Killa, In the buildin, Wanna welcome y'all back Diplomatic Immunity Vol. 2 You know alot of shit been goin' on Lot'a niggaz in Harlem

want And she say that's right, ok, and yeah like she Lil' John Sleepin over in the dorm with your chick is a norm' In the jacuzzi with my Black Berry on like I'm Ron

[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To

[talkin'] Nigga, 2000, Y2K Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy

in the club starched down but stay flowed From that North to the South Pole Ron C chop it up, make it slow -Check, Look The block gets..bled red like

let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether' you g-unit crip, used to be a piru your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit black

and they still will Posse's roar in a drug war 'Cause some believe in death before poor Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary Pockets so fat they need