Lyrics:
Mike brown got shot down, man Mike Brown got shot down
Mike brown got shot down in cold blood
Does Black Lives Matter to police? I'll let you be
out get dropped by the thousands
Check my lil bag
It just turned into a suitcase
Bitches barely on beat like you blue face
I've just been in the pocket
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah)
Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look)
By the time I turn 40
Riot cops in Portland, man
lives
Do you ever feel like the world's gone insane?
Your future's being flushed down the drain
By those in power then they're bucking the blame
Sometimes
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
anything goes
Don't play no games hoe
You know the struggle of you know
That The police ain't pull up in police cars and had plain cloths
Since age 4 ain't
think they can put us down on our knees
We all got a life to live shout out to doctor king (Shout out to doctor king)
And the police had kilt my cousin
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
episode
Man a gangsta from man a war wid
Stone and hose and and sword
Dem a badman a yard and big fraud a broad
Bad inna dem house but a big punk a road
Dem
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
flying him way outta state with some ice in a suitcase
And my shorty look good she don't gotta go put on a new face
And she love to count up them blue face
killed in the street over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can
Now everyday
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
I done seen some real ones
Die in the streets
Lost some real ones
Got take by police
I done seen I done seen
I done seen I done seen
I done seen some
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
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
to all the motherfuckers that's been rotting with me
Ay
Like kill streak when I live in the moment
Ain't go the time for your pen when when I connect
of believing what's said in the news
What we need is a bunch of better schools
A community where we police our own
But by the way it's looking we headed into
people fight fair
Everybody got a pair of Nike Airs and police is right there
[Chorus]
[C-Rayz Walz]
We live, where I could be the next man out
And shit
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't gotta
Yeah, man
Jah will be waiting there, we ah shout
Jah will be waiting there
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
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