Lyrics:
"Keep 'em slum styles to delf"
Rum is on my right
Of black bastards and bitches
Which reminds me, i left 'em out
Two from my list of shit I
Don’t give
good to be alive
Verse 2
Child is born with no state of mind
Raised up in this ghetto life
Three strikes got daddy doing time
Feel like he was born
I've become
The fear of many niggas
The floss of most bitches
The love that runs deepest
In the hearts of street niggas
Raised in the ghetto
By
moms was so strong
Don't let them get you fed
This world is yours she said
Now nothin that stoppin me but two to the head
In life there's more
grab the mic and 1,2,1,2
...You see some rule
To me a new roof to punch through
If it’s war, then you use sun tzu
Oh a mic? yea I use one too
It’s all
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
the Royal family
Or in the RBH military
Or employed by RBH
Is not under any circumstances Allowed to have
Black nail polish
Nor the letters RBH
Tattooed
the lawyer yuh support to protect service that's the order get fight by the own kind black man nuh like see when black start shine cya be free if yuh slaving
Black Child, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Lemme tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me
How I came up? Where I came from?
the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props,
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full
[chorus]
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time
exactly what I mean
Fuck the middleman, I said that in 2003
Was eighteen, White Lincoln, chrome feet
Black .40 was my pillow, every night I go to sleep
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
That's why he bagged me
Ghetto jewel never loud and trashy
No stressin' over chicks problem bet I solve it fastly
[Chorus: x2]
Snoop dogg
We
a man, a man
Who can provide..
[chorus two]
[chubb rock]
Ha ha ha ha
To redeem, I heard black men, I mean boys
Sayin they beat their queen, that type
the finish line, young black male
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for
the finish line young black male!
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That I'ma be on lock
Can't get no string in no loop (can't get string)
I put her on boot (ayy)
So I can fuck these hoes by two (so I can smash)
She know we a group
Let her
Intro:
Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.
A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat
So stop with the black on black (x2
Yeah, That's black owned withWE2NU
Like Young Dolph
And Yun Snoop poetry thatz hard
As my Ace Spade card
Yeah
These hott bars they not soft
State Of Tha
one black officer
And two were white
And I'll admit that I was wrong
'cause I blew the light
But I figured the black one was
Out to prove he white
who blessed me"
Are you really tryna joke with him?
Y'all heard what I said?
Pull up against the enemy
Two two steps ahead in my destiny
Few more reps,
all this ice these VVs in my two chains
Look at trending stocks
It's moving by the clock
If it don't grow then I might pop
It needs to blow just like
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