Lyrics:
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Models then swallowed by famished potholes
And I'm tired
Tied up on these functions
Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice
the mic device"
Drivin off, said "Have a good night"
Personally I might, and all that shit I said was a psych'
[Break]
So who's the crew that give
with it (do with it)
Now that I got me some (some)
Gon' let my crew hit it (crew hit it)
We smoking bubblegum (gum)
Chocolate, and blueberry
And let a real MC collect dollars
The true crew and few come from Hollis, Queens
And by all means necessary
My vocabulary is very extensive,
Hanging out is what we do best
at the frick the lofts or the tex
movie night nintendo night 4th street every single night
the best times of my
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
you place the blame on me
As you pour yourself another drink, yeah
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive
don't you place the blame on me
As you pour yourself another drink, yeah
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive
in it, there were names written
He told me to right the wrongs that he committed
So, I wear a hood to hide the pain in my vision
My night life was
of the brave or the best or the brightest?
None of the above, and my answers as final
As one wrong look at one of Brooklyns finest
Barack was a real class act
the justice you love went up in flames
Talking bout the system set up by the republicans
Countless murders, they still get out on bail
Where’s the justice in
Driving home on a warm summer night
Life so sweet, your girls by your side
Every black man knows it can turn on a dime
Mind your own business, is
Driving home on a warm summer night
Life so sweet, your girls by your side
Every black man knows it can turn on a dime
Mind your own business, is
a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since
Showing that I care
Sending blessings to RasulAllah and
Praying day and night
Doing tawbah to Allah
Trying to make things right
It's the best ten days
deal with it my best
But Lord I’m past my limit
Serve time for a crime that wasn’t mine
I don’t understand for the millionth time
This justice systems so
of civil rights
Dr. King had a dream, still use to seeing lucid nights
Daydreaming, thinking what if Jesus wasn’t crucified
Flashbacks, grandparents
Black hustlers, bag adjusters, who never did it lackluster
Paper tags, I got rid of money bags just for Black Justice
You know I'm known for Supreme
Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out
I woke up in the night
Grabbed my forehead
Wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed
Deep inside thought
Thinking of a way to get trapped
of justice would love to bust us
Bang hard, get jacked by gang squad
So we keep it on the low, make us untouchable
Hard hittin when my man start spittin
We
Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was
my money when it's day and night
Daily bread, getting head by the park
You ain't rolling with us then it's sayonara
Niggas wanna ride on me I ain't
Can we do this all night
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
She wanna lay up in the crib and watch a movie
I'm tryna slide
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