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Heavens True Hate

miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late [x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late [x3] True love, True hate

through miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late [x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late [x3] True love, True hate

deal of women I have known But as I sit here and remember all the things that I've been through It appears to me quite clear now how one thing always remained true

I rest my eyes on the open field a silver line to heavens gate my mind is blank it's a state I know a sacred place where all I see is hate I raise my

time for Bone Thugs 'Cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate

time for Bone Thugs 'Cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate

sing, sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug My family, oh, it means so much to me, everywhere we go Playa haters gonna hate

time for Bone Thugs 'Cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate

sing, sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug My family, oh, it means so much to me, everywhere we go Playa haters gonna hate