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Got blood in the sheets
Same blood in the streets
Got blood in the bed, dont you know what they said, never shit where u sleep
Gone piss a nigga off
Watch
A Red dot turn on
Man nigga if you lost
Choppa take yo ass home
Gotta wake my ass up, gotta piss, fill a cup, empty mind
Never mind, never think, never thought, even blind, cant see
Gettin money, instinct, never blink, that's a wink, through a mothafuckin scope
Real niggas make toast, take bread, a fuckin loaf, feed a villlage, see hope
Talkin food not dope, speakin truth,f*ck a pope, f*ck the stan, f*ck the oath, that shit been a joke
Your walking to the sto 
Got rushed by the po
Screaming get on the ground n*gger 
Pistol whip, fingers on the damn triggers
Rodney King, a lil blood on your sneaks
Leakin from your head to your feet
But u get yo ass up
Then limp yo ass home

Wash your clothes
Dry your clothes
Fold your clothes
Wash your clothes nigga

Wash your clothes
Dry your clothes
Fold your clothes
Wash your clothes nigga

I love black, love my niggas
I got love for my niggas
Government got drugs for my niggas 
And supplying all the guns for my niggas
The first killer aint the one to pull the trigger
The CIA been dealing dope to the dealers
Johnny sprinkle a lil crack on the niggers
They been callin shots by the whistles
Five callin shots, they the killers
Bout to roll up on em, armadillo
Play the next episode, fucka filler
F*ck f*ck fuckity fucky
There goes my temper
Prison isa slave corporation they need their niggers
Mo money, mo money my nigga,big get bigger, the po 
Get poorer my nigga, the rich get richer
And the sick gettin sicker
So f*ck a government
F*ck democrat, f*ck republican
F*ck supremacist
F*ck 5, f*ck them pigs agains
It's hell we livin in, we sin for dividends, boy bound to see the pin
They shoot, kill many men, the proof never enough
The dirt is on the cuffs of sleeves, they rolled up

Wash your clothes
Dry your clothes
Fold your clothes
Wash your clothes nigga

Wash your clothes
Dry your clothes
Fold your clothes
Wash your clothes nigga

Drops microphone
Drops da damn ball
See niggas in the clan
Make a nigga shit his pants
Devils in the blue, in pursuit, for the loot, like recruits
Kind of new, learn to hate, on da job, make a case
Catch a slave, for the trade, that's a day gettin paid
Ever better if he innocent, the body count is blemishing
Man tell a friend to tell a friend, i never been a friend of him
I never been afraid of them, afraid of who, the fuckin truth
Might spit on u, might shit on u, n wipe my ass keep pushing through
And save my people, make my people, proud to be, and proud of me
Let good fortune shower me, may evil not devour me, u never seea coward me
Just burried where the flowers be, that's when a nigga rest in peace
The sad truth is what it be, the slave tape, TST
Got blood on my sneaks
Same blood on my jeans
Doing so much dirt, man it cover everything, and if a nigga wet me up
That's a muddy ass scene, need a bandage for the bleed, man its kind of hard to see
Bitch im back from the sto, all this blood on my clothes, gotta start a new load
Man before i pass out i just hope i wash my clothes

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