Lyrics:
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
[Red 1]
Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon,
I ain't askin' for no favors, Nah! (I do this shit by myself)
I ain't askin' for no favors, Nah! (I do this shit by myself)
I ain't askin' for no
for sure
Sure, they don't want to beef with my physique or my .44
Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the feet
By the seat, the time
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
By the content of their character
Son or daughter
Sister or brother
I have a dream today
Martin Luther King Jr
That's what the true American leaders
the streets
Guilty by association judge me by the color of my skin promise me no peace im a terrorist
As-salamu alaykum
(The demonization
out
I’m not the same these as these n*ggas
these n*ggas get aroused by bitches
I get aroused by these beautiful women
That’s intelligent and a little
They saw me working for my dreams I had to hustle
Tears down my eyes and sweat by the muscle
I wanna see my people eat I know the struggle
All
ALL ALONE THIS CHRISTMAS lyrics and music by Brian Campbell
We’re all alone this Christmas
No one’s dropping by
We’re both feelin’ kinda lonesome
Martin Luther King died for his love! Kennedy died talking about something he couldn't even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never
him turn around
so if you go driving through st martin's pass
Seems you've been driving a little too fast
And when you find that your last tank won't
like I'm Ricky Bobby
(Ricky Bobby)
Turn a rock to Six Flags, we got dumb rides
(Dumb rides)
Bitches tryna hang on like she rock climb
(Rock climb)
cause my weed
Come from another state
Pullin kush out by the pound
Girl it wasn't a 8th
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Stretch out your legs,
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky,
Before the Lord get me, I gotta say something quickly
I grew up
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
baby this our fuckin job
(Ross) i can meet her today
(today) , be in love by tonight (night)
You can bet by tomorrow
(morrow) , she'll be traffickin
And the people by the window
Playing card and reading papers
Looked as far away from as as next summer school vacation
Now the kids at night break window lights
ever comes to a sleeper but a dream
Tell that to martin luther king, I’m a trill young nigga but they sleeping on me
Why they sleeping on me
They be
Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch,
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
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