The struggle is my strength life in my own hand Divided by the fate times the pleasure plus the pain Minus the love and hate, nothing to gain! I just
best men in the mix You don't know now but you gon' find out! i don't think that im'a sleep tonight my name is Aceyalone keep it tight them other fools
down You just longer now, ain't nothing to it but to get it done You know i'mma throw in this PMG I got this love and hate on my mind You know im sayin
What'chu know good What's poppin' wit'chu What's happenin' What's crackalackin'? How you mackin'? You still bad actin'? [Verse 1: Aceyalone]
mon! [Chorus: Aceyalone - repeat 2X] Love and hate, love and hate Love and hate, love and hate I love you/I hate you, I love you/I hate you I
[Verse One] Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late Trees got roasted, and I got toasted Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted The party
longer hide the scars on her face the innocence now gone is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any grace She embraces the devil and she hates
[Chorus] What is that.. in the stereo That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control What is that.. in the stereo AHHH!That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control
it on yo' forehead cause that's what I'm about Run the route, bring water to the drought When all else fails on the trails of love Hate becomes judged
Hand over fist, handstand on the cliff Layin' stiff, expand on the gift Uplift the masses, and pass me the spliff It's a love thang, it's a hate thang
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and hit him so quick It's dark in the pit you betta watch what you do Fuck you motherfuckers! [EL-P and Aceyalone] Fuck you too! [Aceyalone-Chorus]
[Chorus] What is that.. in the stereo That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control What is that.. in the stereo AHHH! That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control [
I'm on Virgin Air to France and smokin' with Richard Branson [Chorus: x4] This is lights out Pull the pipes out Watch me (look out!) No doubt [Verse 3: Aceyalone
somethin' What'chu know good What's poppin' wit'chu What's happenin' What's crackalackin'? How you mackin'? You still bad actin'? [Verse 1: Aceyalone
[Verse One] Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted Trees got roasted, and I got toasted The party gon'
Aceyalone-Chorus] Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill We're not just raw, it's Project Blow! [Aceyalone
