Lyrics:
dead but they'll be pissed if I get gone
I've been doing better once I did shit on my Own
She gone talk her shit If I come fuck her then Go ghost
Bet
And Then Put The Key Inside
And We Speed The Lines
We Bein’ Just Fine
Poppin A Percy, Im Feelin’ The Eyes
Passin Me By While Im Preachin’ Bout Life
Young
it's time to learn
Gotta break down till we find the peace
They wanna take lives then we line the streets
Minorities harassed by ICE and police
Tried
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
told me I'ma be lyin' on a bench, dead
Where does it stop for us? I'on know
Gotta be one day though
Where does it stop for us?
It's hard for us, to rise
After throwing the key away
This needs no introduction
This issue needs discussion
Hands reaching to the sky but
Cops they still gone get to bustin
Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All
infested smiles
and dreams of molestin your child
You gotta pack a black, glock, with, the,
extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid, dead, in
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
They got you all nervous because they will kill you in front of your kids,
Black In Amerikkka, we got our own slang & our own swag
We know we gone flex
you know what that prove
Man, it can't be us
If the words they said
Ain't stuck in your head
And the content's dead
You know that ain't us
If he freak
groove
Then you know what that prove
Man, it can't be us
If the words they said
Ain't stuck in your head
And the content's dead
You know that ain't us
If
(Where's the love)
(Where's the love)
My mama asked me why I never vote never vote
'Cause police men want me dead and gone (Dead and gone)
That election
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
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,
done pissed off my crew
What y'all gone do
Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap
Or you will get trapped
When I creep through tha black in
because he lacked faith
But instead, he was shot by another black face
Another day in the ghetto,
Where this young black girl was being ignored by her
Coke-a-snortin, cop a key
Coke man, coked up
Coke importing coke
Cocoa-cane, cocoa-cola
Ra Ah So Me leggo,
Step up on the scene
Like a prince wearing purple
Coke-a-snortin, cop a key
Coke man, coked up
Coke importing coke
Cocoa-cane, cocoa-cola
Ra-also me-leggo
Step up on the scene
Like a prince wearing purple
Purple
in the corner
Out the door in early morning
Get ahead of today's scoring
By the afternoon it's gone
I know I fucked up I ain't got no self control
But
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
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