Clothes
Your People
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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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