Lyrics:
And to open my door
My business is my business
It ain't to be heard
My niggas is my niggas
So you don't say a word
And you don't touch my shit
You don't
And to open my door
My business is my business
It ain't to be heard
My niggas is my niggas
So you don't say a word
And you don't touch my shit
You don't
you gon act a fuckin foo
If she stoppin by
Boy I gotta see it through
(Yeah yeah)
Boy I gotta see it through
If you mix in Henny and patron you prolly
hit by a car.
Mary had a boyfriend who stabbed’er ina fight.
Sally took some pills in the middle of the night
ABC
Now you know what it means
1,2,3
M-L-K I’m about to take one
To the head on the balcony
And I know some fools got it out for me
Though i don’t wanna say I got them
I'mma kill them all
a Stepa 2.0
It's funny how in order for women to do so
Suddenly a throne requires two fingers in your throat
Running out of time like a sign
That says
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
of narcotics in a box from Guatemala
Anybody trying to buy it wholesale Ima let it go
Say you got supreme well I’m tryna buy a P
If you ain’t got that much then
hold on tight
'Cause cops killin' blacks, blacks killin' blacks, we gon' die
But we gon' die with honor, short stories and homicides
Mama say pray
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
anyway
While the world got corrupted by the government in place
Pushing out hate and giving power to the triple K
So thank you Donald Trump, now a Black
back and watch them
Domes blow in slow mo'
I'm on my shit, middle finger to a critic
You put me in a box, I'ma split it
Don't run with the gimmick
You
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by
The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
and soda never get em mixed up, mm
Mix it like it's pro tools
Still a pro wit tools cocked
Gucci bag it hold tools
Call that bitch a tool box
Every song
This the graveyard shift all black window tint
Ain't no problem beat 'em down sit back take a sip
Four to four we down and out two biddies in the mix
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards
Now they gotta deal with us
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
Awwwww yeeeaaahhh
Hahahaha
(Witcho head-ass)
Look, let me get straight into it (Into it)
I ain’t gotta say I’m great I let them do it (let them do
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
through it (Yeah)
Count up the paper leaf do it
Shhhh we up in the stars we some walking gods
We the good guys when you mix us with the fire
Pressure get
what I'm talking about?
Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You
of handshake
To get they picture on a box of pancake mix
So I kick some hip hop
And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop
But prayin' ain't all we do, see
I wanna say welcome to a wonderland
An amusement park full of delights and
The best part is they have one in every town
its your local market
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