Lyrics:
no blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get no blood on the dope
Mask on, fully loaded, when I pull on street
Rifle, butcher knife, zip
Sisters and fathers
Mothers and sons
All said goodbye
It seemed so much fun
We'll be finished by Christmas
Back home by the fire
Perish the distance
quarterback snap
We in the club and my niggas don't know how to act
White tees, Levi's and a snap back
Niggas hatin' in the club, better stop that
So much
Yes am that Lion I see from a far
All bad plans dem all ar shatter
Na me make king dance
Ar sabi make ring fence
The sniper na de only man wae train by
helicopters out in the streets
Look at the screen an let's zoom it in
Cause Cash is live at the scene
Hey Cash is how are you my friend
Got no time for no
begin,
Our helicopters out in the streets
look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in,
'Cause Cashis is live at the scene,
hey Cashis how are you my friend?,
lonely lion
On the streets that mans on a
Said she likes the finer things in life yet she don't wanna be by my side
Cut her off, now it's her loss, missed
about drugs
Talk about drugs
She just came from Mehico
And she brought back more than the hugs
She, serving up the white, that shit that we sell
a platinum room (Yea yea yea)
My doors don't close, they glide across from the front to the back of the room (Yea yea yea)
Got white tigers, lions, and bears
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
(Statik Selektah)
Never judge a book by it's cover
With the concealed weapon
That's a rookie in the fields steppin' on landmines
It's sorta
emotions no way I can blame her
Bad bitch but she treash
Niggas know she for the streets
I peeped the shit by the way of ha speech
I know that hoe she is
but I'm back on the soil
Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, Tipper Cashmere
Burned the room down in a minute, built it last year
Newsflash, I
the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge, yeah
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love,
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
a crazed lion hung up on being the king of his corner of the cage, backs bent under the wieght of being everything and having nothing, minds too like
you'll never leave me
Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
With a fist to match, more solid than concrete
Tell white people I'm
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC
Young nigga growin' up way back
Had a fire for the streets, graffiti, and rap
In the car with my pops, whole neck coulda snapped
First time I heard
can tell by her face that her pussy smell like a sea lion
Only thing she gonna get is denied
Couple grand inside my Levi's
T9 put me on, and he
on the right
Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight
White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary
On what race
(Yeah)
Movin' white back and forth over
Green like table tennis
Guap was pourin' in, my Glock was roarin'
At nineteen
Shots hit you like hydroxychloroquine
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