Lyrics:
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
tryna cop a vert
Big gleek get leak couple bands on a freak
Big meech how I teach young n**** like preach
Like sheet stains know a n**** fresh like bleach
though
I don't need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I'm impossible to figure and decode
She
break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
Get money stack it up, then count the paper
Then you ball on the hater, ball on the hater
Remember when
Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga Lump
Me and Gunna, 9
N****s saying this and n****s saying that
All this talking in my ear but I don't hear a fact
These n****s full of shit they talking out they ass
nigga pop the 9and let it holla
Test drive wit a neighborhood's scholar
Black Impaler, blue chucks on gettin outta
Sucks on hip hop thugsta get
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
This shit off the top I don't really like to freestyle, Aye
'Bout time a n**** reached out, Aye
'Bout time a n**** beast out, Aye
'Bout time I get
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
sweet tea n Xanax bars
(I'm slushed out nigga don't blow my high)
I'm slushed out I'm leaning off sweet tea n Xanax bars
(I'm slushed out nigga don't blow
to see her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up haffi dance some
This is the Puna
news
Get a buzz everybody think they so cool
I aint worried bout you n***** I don't know you
All my niggas mobbin-mobbin-mobbin
You don’t want
Dey say that they love
But I don't believe'em
I smile all the time But inside I be screaming (Oh YEA)
I had to get right Do the dirt by myself (No
wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't (I don')
I don't
[Chorus: Mista Mozes]
So we don’t really need
No bed
I’m lovin’ how you usin’
Yo’ head
(Hey, hey)
All the nasty
Freaky things get said
Get it
Get it
wit' another plan
Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land
Gangstas who been serving, since you was do'n the run'n man
Went down,
started to arguin'
Here's a message to the young folks
Don't try this at home
Don't start it early like Tech N9ne
Wait till you are grown
When I
put Tecca N9na in the Sorado
[Chorus]
That's real
People act a different way with me
I feel don't nobody wanna play with me
And that's ill cause they
stores on every corner have
Swear that poverty has grown to like bill in a half
N Mother fucked I don't live past
It's right in front of us
Don't try too hard
Just take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me
Don't try too hard
Just
down in a Hurst dis
shit hurt (man) niggas hate'n on a nigga ball
(they hate'n on a nigga balls) get cha money it's enough
fa us all don't even call me
83
Did my first drive by, when I was only 8
And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase
In the blue IROC
I had the cops on my jock
Cos I
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