Lyrics:
Shootin' bullshit with my buddies
Parked down by a river bank
(Wheels) And I'm only gainin' miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure
That you drive
Clock is a ticking
Our deep help beliefs are threatened by heathens
Hippies and lefties are in the streets screamin
They've left a big crack in our glass
HERE is a story about fame i heard
It first as a fable in Somalia
Before living it out in America
The fox, they say, once had an elegant walk
For
someone cares for what you do so let's show
Political prisoners, homeless humans, organizations
Various movements
That the people in America have some
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All
bout to pop off like a fish hook
Choppin' chefs, throwin' away cooks
Pawns to queens, checkmate with a brook
Beatin' anything in my way from vets
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, holed her down with the fifth by my side
Me and miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird a that came
In the hydro
only me, only me
[Bizzy Bone]
For you, I walk in my sins
And put it out to the world about the things that I did, that I did
For you, I give 'em
real quick then
I said let's get it in
Yeah aye
I can't tell you how fast
The time flew by
A long time a ago
I stopped question God like why
Did you
AN ANSWER TO VARIOUS BARDS - BY BANJO PATERSON
WELL, I'VE WAITED MIGHTY PATIENT WHILE THEY ALL CAME ROLLING IN,
MISTER LAWSON, MISTER DYSON,
dies in the name of grave mistakes
That we all make
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong
Throw me a reindeer John letter party
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
to be precise
But I handle my business like I'm supposed to
When you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my poster
But I could post up
wild in where you live
I asked you ""should I book some hotel room""
You know in case you'll get fed up by my endless talks
About death
About me
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
up there.
I'd like to see America
The President and his Cadillac car.
Everything's fine in America
But I don't think that I'll get that far
'Cause
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
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