Lyrics:
niggas
Never seen a million but I've seen a body
You ain't never served a fiend, ain't never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
The people of America is one of the great dramas in human history
Over the years
A massive stream of humanity
45 million people
Crossed every ocean
a week
Dolce Gabbana, Dior on my feet
My pockets got stung by a bee
I keep the blue with the blue and the pink with the pink
When I spread it, my shit
He cut benefits for the poor to get the money up
Social security, disability went belly up
Unemployment grew in the Reagan years
30 million people
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way
feelin now?
Stuck up in my mind, one too many days, probably cuz them bars were raised way too high, oh
Drowning in my flaws, diction got me by the balls,
more time
Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma Shave Burma Burma Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
of them
more time
Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma shave burma burma burma shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them
she'd say if she was here today.
I was Messin' With Her Head.
Well we met in junior high, fell into the dream.
Married young at seventeen.
the lesson to learn-ah
Way to get started in the music biz
Just listen to the story as I tell it like it is
I was a youngster from East Junior High School
Sweat, tears
Jealousy and fears
Million dollar goals
Judged by her thousand dollar peers
Sweat, tears
Jealousy and fears
Million dollar goals
Judged
the year of '51placed on a reservation.By the winter of '61dying of starvation.Protect the innocent. Punish the guilty.Little Crow, he declared, What good is
bunch of bodies out of film
hoe
the Prophet Posse let ya live
we'll kill ya next year
Chorusx4
kill em
and robb em
and beat em
and dump all they
em' Kyuubi
Mashing up dons that screw me
One by one get smoked like blue cheese
Chakra- keeping it steady
Passa- sixty four dips like Neji
Mum and dad
How did I get like this
I et my soulmate, it's junior year
It started with a kiss
And there's 17 years that I must reminisce
My brain is like a void
on the rug
I own the strain, you just know the plug
We don't do this for the fame
We doin' it 'cause we really kings
Well-oiled machines, keep all of 'em
me
They say time will heal
We waste a lot of time
And drowned by fears
Well I ain’t got no time
But my time is near
Got no time to chill
Need my time
And we'll take a look at your CV
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crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
them 'Shut yer mout'
I tell them 'Well done you found
A diamond in the dirt'
Boy Better Know t-shirts, that's my thing
I've got a black one of these,
Oh nah nah nah nah
Oh yeh yeh yeh
Yeah I goes by name Mr. Fluentzy
The money plenty you know
Temple the beat is crazy though
Swerves
Let ehm know
She gets paid to party
I can barely afford a couple beers
They card her but not me
She's my junior by a couple years
And that's fine by me, man
Wouldn't do that to you
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child
You're the bastard son of a thousand blues
Well my Daddy was gone by the day I was born
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