Lyrics:
Wir sind Thug-Niggas
Thuggen durch die Ghettostreets
Mit 'nem white Girl
Ähnlich wie die Black Eyed Peas
Ich bin nicht wie William
Ich bin mehr wie
day we'll be celebrities
We'll Pump It like the Black Eyed Peas” yeah!
Now my dreams died
cnd my real life
Keeps declinin'
I would be fine
If
a lot of bread but I'm stuck in the system
There's no one like me cah I'm one in million
Never ask for your help but ask for assistance
I don't ever
to make lean in it
No Black Eyed Peas but “I gotta feeling”
Hit from the back
And make his girlfriend scream in it
Dating two girls
You know how I’m livin’
black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
with his shepherd's crook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
When they lead you to the wood,
remember that you always should
leave a trail of black-eyed
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
bread
I'm breaking ground now
Like places, take ya seats then
Dim the lights and pass the crown around
Young black and
I'm feeling myself
Ain't no
Extremeties excite pulses and in turn different entities
Won't break bread or split the peas
But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
"he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way
Who was at the door just now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curb sides Really?
Yup
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
warch, and it's no
When you think it's sin, wanna lve by tha sword
Gotta die gash, ash to dust
They turnin that passin and not with tha less
Lil' Easy my
jewels to stunt no more, call me mineral investor
I buy shit I can pass down like all of my ancestors
Big diamonds, big gold for the whole world to see
the shepherd of the black sheep, on the lam with Lamborghini speed
Good God, I served product in front of police
They stared me down, but ain't stop for me (No
to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like
the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I'm
Fashion I'm dripping in a pea coat
All black like the matrix, Neo
Y'all talking bout thugger and gunna, when my older brother been locced up for RICO
of it so effortless it came with no help
Spired by cube and Eazy-E heavily I won't lie
None the less, I was impressed by my first written rhymes
But yet
a clenched fist - black lives matter never break my faith or lose
One die, tomorrow we multiply, like a movement, we strive to be the best we are - to stand
the streets in a daze, looking like a mugger wrapped in
Pea coats and cigarette smoke
Reach the corner store, finish up the last drag
Meanwhile Black Flag's
ya
If your car breaks down I'll bring the chariot
Ain't no doubt if you need me I'm there for ya
Yea
Building up each other's character
We got problems
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