Lyrics:
the next nigga, to fall in a coffin
Lord knows everybody, that I love die often
Or wind up in the cage, and I don't seem to understand
It ain't nothing but
on the floor dead
You gased, the only thing that's big about you is your forehead
I'm fed up with all the things about you and I just heard one tune
And you
Here comes the hurricane, CL same name
Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain
Jah knew the Hebrew, a Papa Duke need you
But none of the fam who
They're protesting. Marching on the concrete.
Another black boy dead by his moms feet
Hysterical, he had a job that was clerical
People used to say
and puttin up another mean fight
Booty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terror
True to the game, fakin never
You know I'm from the Lench Mob, so I'll
get with the style that's goin" on
Then you need to sit down
Do your thing Mack, do it to 'em nigga! Ah whassup?
What you don't know, what you
Everywhere I look there's another house negro
Talkin about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin but the conversation ain't goin nowhere
You
no nigga ever touch mines
When I blow up I'm dropping whips
Yeah plus 5
No time for feelings
Only time I got is presidential
Vote for a sucka
the long run all these fucking trends don't mean shit
Mom's an alcoholic daddy left yall never talking
Homies dead they in a coffin
Sick of all the niggas
[Intro]
Yeah, ha, that's what I'm talkin' about y'all
(All in together now, now)
It's another studio rap production
(What are you doing to me)
[Gun shots followed by screaming]
[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs
shootouts
Who don't wanna move house
But which areas peaceful?
Not many I know in the borough
I wanna go to another place
But my mind, body and soul's in
don't phone my phone
You said you're gonna roast my dome, but no
You won't
If your people wanna get involved, fine by me
Don't be another dead on ITV
I'm
jump go to town with the Rydas on
Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own
At your funeral your dead but that ain't nothin
Best bet bad ass Bullet
in her back like the bitch got scoliosis
tryna multiple the green get my pockets on mitosis
not upset by empty threats
niggas softer than some lotion
more than fuck
Wanted to hit but I guess it was lust
You act like I want it so much
Another one came by the truck
And she knew how to keep her mouth shut
talk and cap they killers?
Nigga, we don't need bodies 'round here
We made another track, let 'em hate it
Which body wants to snap? I'll defame 'em,
These kids'll leave a nigga
Lying in the street, dead
Sometimes it's like a Western in the east end
Grandad said if we ain't fighting
With our fists then
Alive, but dead and breathing
Forever wishing, on a star that doesn't shine
What everyone forgot, a simple thing
Change is created by change
Is that too
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds
[Kam]
Do the Wardance
I'm from the tribe of Shabazz
Where every dead peep burned earns you another feather in your head
Peep the pilgrim killa,
would've been long dead in a coffin
Ngithembel' eNkosini If he wasn't by my side umphefumulo ungabe uhlukane nomzimba
Kodwa ngiseme ngeyinyawo azimbini
would've been long dead in a coffin
Ngithembel' eNkosini If he wasn't by my side umphefumulo ungabe uhlukane nomzimba
Kodwa ngiseme ngeyinyawo azimbini
[Chorus: x 2]
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding
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