Lyrics:
ambiguity: So what's a
Nigga ‘sposed to do?
Tell ‘em put the guns down
Or tell lil nigga shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me
Do the same shit to you it's
(Killin' niggas by the genocide)
Leave 'em punch drunk, like they collar
Put the gin aside (Put the gin aside)
Don't need to bring the TEC in
Transform like
call shots homie and I
Don’t even run the hood
Think I was put on, I ain’t even from no hood
Gangbanger don’t bang
My gun do the same thing
Look good in
for hours, slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco
This
slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by tyco
This the theodore, drunk
of our use of guns they now have to put their lives on the line to teach their students and protect them in the chance of a mass shooting in their school
his wings
And bring him down to size
Make him run them things he wears
Jack his style
But don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
I'm a man
See I hate those niggas who talking that trash trash trash
Trick little bitches they head got them gassed gassed gassed
Yeah put a 40 yard dash in
I'd like to bring in my good friend
He goes by the name of:
Schaffer the Darklord!
This is how you die on the Internet
Where your irrelevance is
This is from the old school, the new school music culture
Well, you gotta put your hands in air basterd
Can you catch up? Quicker pick it up
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
the struggle
Not taking different for granted
Being Latino
Where blacks and browns are equal
Im surrounded by my people
Why is our
Culture viewed as lethal
I
Down in Georgia, rode by my first cotton field
Felt my ancestors pain..man this shit too real
Cops still beating on us blacks
Like we Emmit Till
Man is
wig split shit nigga what
This is bone thug
niggas thinkin' I told ya but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that
We do
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
inna St. Lucia land
Full time fi do di right and stop do di wrong
Put down the Matic mi say put down di gun
Stop taking innocent people life fi fun
None
Laugh to the bank, I got silly funds
I like big barrels, but they mini guns
And it's really fun, oh, um
Really in her throat, um, throw some
Really I'm
of town
Put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked
Bitch shut yo' trap come back, get back
That's the part of success
If you believe in
it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
bloomer gat you niggas schizophrenic
Mentally I'm iron steel stark left a protege acknowledge all this prophecy of gun bars Philosophies
Embody all this
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