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Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
me
Cause I'm better by my doley
Dont give a fuck bout a bitch or a nigga
I cut these deals with my real ones gonna steal one
Now my pockets is bigger
leng
You turn up but nigga, we rep
Why do man love getting me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl
With the big bumper
And the black bredrin with
we do it
Man we'll make it out that fucking drought
Look I did it by myself and I brought my team all with me, once we did that shit man I told them we
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house
the earth if you wanna learn the land
You're not an elephant or a donkey you are just a man
Blessed with the gift of grab and the crafty hand
Why you wanna
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
bitch like I'm marching!
The fuck niggas done got me started!
If they kill me tell them open my chest and niggas a see that heartless
See I kept it real
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our
music still lives on.
So it will continue, when all the filth has gone.
Our ranks are filled with comrades,
marching down the street. We are hunting
leh we go, leh we go Bo
Ah dae waka en dae stagger bo na chak man life
Geh d beer en d pega back na chak man life
Coca cola with d vodka na chak man
Niggas know how we comin', man
Free the guys, man
Shooters roll up, and it's 4-5-6
4-5-6, 4-5-6, Boo boo boom free the gang
Life's a gamble, life's
to do, aw, now I'm sniffing
Sorry, kid, I'm not a therapist or uplifting
Nefarious instead, with a fire for a head
I was seven eighty six when I put you
or the Internet
Would have been divided by color
You all can't even prepare us for this shit we dealing with now
So the newer niggas gotta be able to help their
Sing him to the shore
By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales
spokes man
A broke man, approachin' the bench with intent
To bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man
Evidence stemmin' from ninety six
the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
And if you said a thing about it, havin' trouble with the man
Let
Used to think I had to be
What the world expects of me
Marching with society
So I camouflaged myself
Put the real me on a shelf
Played the cards that
in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
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