Lyrics:
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood.
Til all this black on black crime stop.
Some say the blind lead the blind.
But in
Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion,
Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion,
need three of them
Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em
On our own people and, fuck black leaders
'Cause whites ain't got none leading
look, where we going? yeah
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace
How they
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
If you a black herb smuggler
They will watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
Then you have more power
They will come
And I ain't fooling, Z-Ro the Crooked
A.K.A. King of the Ghetto, Mike D A.K.A. the Black Osama
It's really going down, Screwed Up Click real talk
All
ya tears
'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this year
[Chorus: Thyra - repeat 2X]
Ghetto cry, Ghetto cry, Ghetto cryyyyyy
Ghetto
Cooking pots,while crooked
Cops,did a black man wrong
Had the jazz,2 do it cha
Like black hand strong,gettin
Props,from every flat land
This black man
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
Yeah
Welcome
You are now in tune to the real
Hard truth - Soldiers
In about 2 seconds a soldier will began to speak
Welcome into Cali where we
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'mma shoot them one-by-one
Got five sides
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
In and outta lanes in that 57 Lincon
Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
Sponsored by the Clan, see
Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
Now tell me
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin'
Black don't crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong
to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels,
this ghetto out
I'm comin' straight from the cave who let him out
Crazy nigga thought he was gone, but he ain't gone
Even King Kong took his black monkey
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
barking*
"Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead"
*dogs barking*
They arrest us by the hour
Cause the black man in the ghetto has power
If
being black
In the suburbs with a family that is stuck fighting the ghetto
From secreting through their tongue at every injustice
I vent
To the back of my
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