Lyrics:
a clown
You can steal the prize out of my box of cereal, baby, and
Replace it with a rat
You can walk up to someone who might be a little overweight
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
wit the blue tips
Naw I aint trustin nun these niggas they got loose lips
Hop out wit that stick dis aint no drive-by get yo crew flipped
Get rid
DIE cND ITS OKcY
NOT TODcY BUT EVENTUcLLY
THE WORLD IS GONNc BURN UP INTO FLcMES
IS IT ScFE TO MOVE IN THIS DIRECTION
DIRECTING THE WORLD TO c BITTER
a bunch of that noise while they quiet
Gotta watch out for them boys in that blue, we yelling twelve we don’t run we just shoot
They call it a robbery we
all
In the nap sack
You fake
Never though i could make it
I laugh
Count right in they faces
Guess who
Step'n out in the latest
Blue faces
That
damn, wish a n***a coulda ta' my advice
I ain' gotta bet-da-he-wou' make it in life
Errything a be a definition in sight
Even erry cop, mind not being
ever coming back
Dont give a f*** how you feel n****
My Heart Been Blue and Black
Move Wit That Tool Thats Tact
Put a n**** on the news thats that
Wont
said the ones you cherish don’t burn the bridge
Need a li'l cream needa li'l sugar
Surviving elm street waking up to morning blues
Fading from a dream
deck
It's the black man cuttin' a check
The n*****'s the boss
The n*****s want to test if they addicted to laws
I spit on the floor
The right hook
deserve a turn
Like a flame deserve to burn
Tribal war
We nah want no more a dat
Every man deserve a turn
And every child deserve to learn
Tribal war
I've been hear to shine on the black minds
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy n*gga
Rag time, bad sign, flatline
"It's easy to get into
I’m a young black man and I’m uncomfortable, can you see me?
Sometimes I need a friend when I go up to the city
It's so sad, so sad
Sometimes it
your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by
I came from ramen noodles n*gga and sliding buckets
Started from the bottom now I'm recognized in public
Motivated by them times had hunger in my
cause this kid gets
Grits n shit, it's flex to drains that was crazed
When your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo I lost it but
Back is the Black
I'm pro-black, doesn't mean I'm anti-white
Yeah, you gotta deal with it
I don't hate your blue eyes, I'm being real with it. Listen up
Just because I'm
watch is a trophy
N Staring at the hollywood sign'll get your straight jacked
Where you from fool?
Better say your pro black
Cause walking in roscoes
play dem games we bout to spray dem thangs
Cock back straight n aim my heat’ll make his brain
Splatta out his body on da wall to display da pain
I keep
thad call we just put it on the kiosk
They need to free the gang cuz they all need to be out
Ion wanna rap witcha ion wanna be beatbox
Ain never coming
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
mind
Burn blue and take me out my head
Burn bright then burn out till its dead
Oh, would you tear me up now
Can you leave it all behind
Open your eyes
Tell 'em n**** talk s*** now
They think you know they gonna go baw
I ain't scared of the law
Now bout to go to war
What it is n**** where you lose ya
tomorrow
Who's That peeping in my window
Pow... nobody now
Rooted in my black thoughts things fall apart when we leave
Seldom it seem I which the throne
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