Lyrics:
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
cash by the hour
got us on corners
You need that
I got it
days I woke up
Heard my homie got shot at
Blacks getting rich man that just be
Societies of America, knahmtalkinbout?
Everythang ain't what it look like, man
And don't judge every book by it's cover, ya dig?
Hold up
the skits, so save the shit, I'll take you *?mundy?*
Yes it's I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump 'cause I'm rough like
Tribal war
We nah want no more a dat
Every man deserve to earn
And every child deserve to learn, now
Tribal war
A nuh dat we a defend
Every man
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
Black man fire, and homie, I hear sirens
White police firing, homie, and they silent
Then they expect me not to be violent, it's a lose-lose
Tryna
skeet
You muthafucks wasn't ready for me
Well bitch get ready for G cuzz I'm black
And I'm gone give you my verse
Gangsta shit that keep banging so
Damn
on a man who has no master (kanjani?)
Ngiyaku'set'a
Ownership is king, ngyakutshena
Tryna get by tryna build something
Black woman is God facts on facts
It ain't easy in the streets
Yet we still carry on
Never easy for a Black man
We must remain strong
It ain't easy in the streets
Yet we still carry
turned out for better
I've made another me who always lives by my side
Doing the opposite of every choice I've made in life
Fuck am I skits like her
Cos
because I go to school
I guess I’m not really black cause I don’t own a tool
I guess I’m not really black
Because I never dealt crack
And I don’t live by
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
and our mayor Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
Take
my vision cloudy
Peaceful man but my niggas rowdy
All the love I need is here around me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
bitch, we bossed up
Free Chip, that's my dawg, bruh
Alright, alright, man, cool
Ah, you sold the black soap?
Okay, man, alright, alright
Oh, you
What?
You say what?
The president did what?
Ah man, that's hey, that's all good baby
He got rid of the player haters too?
Ah man, we need
struggle so we jumped that hurdle
Iced out ring on my finger so bright that I got seen on tinder
By Linda
Oh see her
Gassed out like a beaver
You see
by marice mc. craw
tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.
see i
When they call me underdog, I love it
I got the juice, I bogart and chug it
Anyone say I don't go hard, man fuck it
Hold my juice, imma show 'em all
a crack addict
Used to hoop but had to drop the rock like I'm Black Adam
And I ain't mad atcha
Like Pac in '96
I'm glad that I'm a rapper
Man you know what
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
the wrong people
We all are our people
Who kills us them racist people
My fight is with no fellow black
I see no reason to attack
The list of our struggles is
by myself
That’s why i struggle myself
They say we crabs in a barrel
But I’m just asking for help
I know a way out
Just gotta follow me bruh
It’s
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