Lyrics:
priceless
Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast
In the savage land haulin ass,
around please
Nothin new, a lil imposter here and it's round 2
Listen everything in action so don't move
And put your hands back up so I can shoot
This
to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried about your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They make the sky toxic
for me
It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause
They tell me that I should trust more should I hand them the map to the key
Been hiding behind my smile remember you told me we were playing hide
keep my mind in that space i learnt this
I trained my mind to be the BLACK SLAVe
I made my mind to keep my heart safe
Every single time i have i do my
Chia Pet
MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair
By her sister Ethel who never fought fair
Let's get ready to tumble!!!!!!!
The children all
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
relay (Uh)
Run up pop at ya toupee (Uh)
In her mouth like some toothpaste (Uh)
She fuck with me she say I'm groovy (Uh)
Don't trust no bih I keep
that it snatch
How you got a pink pussy
But a black booty-crack?
These niggas keep lookin'
Because her ass so fat
I'm off G6 and I'm off G5
These niggas
their families,
Young women with little children by their sides
Come night we'd wait out in the canyons
And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line
stripping off all of her clothes....one way to live that’s by pullin all your free throws.....
Don’t get stuck standing at the back line bro....trust me it
that truth ta Sam
Sold your soul to the tyrants
War goes hand an hand
Flicks get written by da olders
Paint picture for all to stand
Stories covered up
at home, alone, but you forget her
Never mind, your contemplatin' a suicide
Trippin' on black tar, trapped and you want to hide
Strippin', but they would get
King Steelo opening hook:
Her names Black Magic... Yea she Black Magic... Get involved wit her... Your life turns tragic... She knows Black Magic...
give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype
that the gun jam, in the hands, of the slave master (we won't die, head to the sky, Fist up with pride)
Nah we won't die
God by our side
Black God body
sayin' keep out, yeah
All to start, we don't need to use a key now
She in my inbox, I have to catch her on the rebound, yeah
Three groupies with me, call
thought, you die
Your last breath is a gift
I'll put my hand on top of
Your mouth as your heart stop
Look you dead in your eyes
That's how I get off
The last
with my fellas
Made change, but brothers don't change
Never
She still waiting for me, she
Can't wait
I fall for you they keep off
Your space
Family keeps
ripped off, drawers down to my knees
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, put down your brew
My mom fucked up the room
of your street
Walk in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, shank for the dip
If I shout "oi", them man there best skip
Better tie up your
a little Thundercat
Uncle Sam told me
Keep on fighting for the motherland
Got my hummer wrapped
Summer black
Leather colour tan
cll the wood I got up in
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