Lyrics:
blacks and Mexicans, Caucasian folks and all my friends
Lost on gin, count to ten, fits to turtle, hold it in
Northern Cali, scrilla gone Valley,
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
standing in this empty room
Dead fern on the window sill
Dried out looking like a prune
My old dream I forgot to water
I was so young then
So naive I thought
get that
Getting older, just accepting that
I'm a fuckin' menace, can't hide that
Skin is black and I know the truth
Since you're moving on, won't you
walking
To grab a bite to eat from A&T's I see the chalk and
A dozen different lights that people leave right where he dropped dead
Im rocking black
I'd be marching with them to the black lands
Of the living dead
Blackheath
Nothing goes on here
Blackheath
Nothing grows on here
Blackheath
Only
a city of violence
To homeowners in California
Could have been just another dead black kid
But instead I’m in here dying of boredom
I got the keys
I
gone, shawty gone
Now she gone, shawty gone
Now she gone, shawty gone
Came in tried to lie again
Heart dead might die again
Bad days when I cried again
you had to go and I had to grow
Getting Jewish money like we ovo
Don't know your worth so you pawn your soul
Try to get it back when you dead and old
by the sea
Condemned by the trees
They're hissing, "thin branches can't support their leaves"
Dead broken
Gone are the dreams and aspirations
Have fun
Passing hollering at hoes with the fuck finger sayin' fuck'em black
I'm stackin' Gs movin' keys thats my life black
Niggas ordering vests
Just ta protect
a minute, I just got some e-mail
Somebody selling twelve CDs for a dollar
Make me want to holler (Yeah)
Alright to the maximum
I don't need you to tell
told (Told)
I'm supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul
Felt like I was born
power
Are governed by it's will
Servants of retribution
Await their master's call
To reclaim their lands
And conquer all
Mountains!
Of dead wizards
Who
Get whole, break bread
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive
And I can't just not
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
at the car keys
I pull over to the shoulder, stop sudden
A second later we both riding shotgun
And when I lean
It's Foghorn Leghorn window steam
I guess i
When I first started back in 1995
I wasn't moving keys I was buying 1.5
I started comin up junkies recognized my face
Payed a quarter million
All I know is black I was born like that
Don't Judge a book by the cover
Read the first page
You read my chapters you will see I had my worst days
Uh
soul and I want it back
I was dead, tell me where God was at
Get whacked, dressed in a black
Get whacked, dressed in a black
Get whacked, dressed in
Verse: 1
You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat
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