Lyrics:
faces fill with dread
'Til white faces all turn red
Their maces go unfed
Like children under Ted
CRUZ!
When I'm hanging with the dudes
All these tits
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
deadbeats than pay your bills
Yellin' "nigga this" and "nigga that"
Call everybody "nigga" and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say "nigga" then everyone react
then bill it (Natsgottracks bitch)
Get me a drop, I'll draw that bait
Tryna turn man off, broad day on the mains
Do it and dash, don't leave no trace
(right timin')
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (whoa, whoa)
How these niggas still surprised when I ask where the cash at? (Huh?)
a shilling (ayy)
And I want to help all my brothers in the hood
Get what they want, God willing
Let's go make a killing, feed the children
Take care
Lord die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave 'em
Where'd I leave it?
I hope I left more of an impression
And all of my blessings for
My
not the case, you've been selected
By my heart accepted
I send you flowers, send you a rose
You send me towers, send me thorns
But I'll never stop
When I lay my vengeance upon thee
When I'm sad I be dreaming bout a hundred racks
I'm paper chasing, ain't no faking, where them hundreds at
Said I'm gon
in your backyard, nah that doesn't count as a living
Bump stock, ACOG, mag-fed, bipod
Colt-made by a 'death-god', now I'm T-bagging his dead bod
the word down
Guess its true what they say
Gangtas make the world go round
The only good bush is the one you fucked last night
Not the one who sends
car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I
We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future
really wanted beef than go kill a cow
Like Liv does every time her stomach growls
I'll send you down to Guadalajara
Where you'll become Loft's father
Have
the full thing just saying where do I sign
People die before the age of 18
Playing the challenge is my cup of tea
Slave and in prison in their own minds
Why
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
Of charity and good will
Shepherds the weak through the
Valley of the darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper
And the finder of lost children
And I will
they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna
bitches recognize (I'm out)
Grinning (I'm out)
I'm winning, the end and the beginning
I send them on an errand, then I son them like my children
You
and send me back
The Irish bombs the Afghan black
Kissing you by the burning shacks
Those days I spent with you
On those stones a sacrifice, a vow to forgo
BROTHERLY LOVE
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
CHORUS:
HEcVEN HELP US
WE NEED SOME BROTHERLY LOVE
ScVE OUR CHILDREN
WE
[Chorus]
I know it's hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They
rich before poor
Where most of us settle. Broke in ghettos
Dope as the devil, Coke in the kettles. No hope on these levels
Dirt dosed by the shovel.
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