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gettin’ richer (That’s wealth n***a)
I’m feeling like Huey P. and Huey Free’
Back to who I used to be, they ain’t used to me (“Yo’ who this n***a?”)
This

and pain
We're inhabitants of the pit where Bane through Bruce Wayne, I 

I am martin I am Malcolm
I'm Huey Newton the spark to the revolution, I
I am

her off /
Off base /
Basic /
Sick of drug-free /
Free Mumia /
Ya' gotta' pick your battle /
Battle cry /
Cry Baby /
Baby Huey /
Huey Lewis and the News

You pronounce my name Tahgi
Fro in my head like Huey P
I’m in some thousand jeans
With clothes older than me on
Born in East Cleveland but rep

I feel like Huey's last words before he died
You can kill a rebel
But the revolution survives
Every real nigga in history, always crucified
Quote

the Golden Gate
Pistol was a throw away, some you niggas don't relate
Keep it player, like 4 Tay in Fillmoe, mane
My moms ran the Y in the West close to Huey's

Billie Jean and I love my bitch real tall, and mean

Huey huey helicopters, smell the carne asada
Throw my pistol in your purse babe, we chill, no pasa

the pies
All the things I survived
I can't believe I'm alive
All my dreams are defined
By the realness
I work so damn hard
Man I can't believe I built this

Like Huey,

P. Newton,
That's Huey,

Pharaoh spirit inhabit,
My body and mind,

Through my tatts,
cnd my jewellery,
You'd think I was Yugi,

Wolf head

Oh my gawd RiveRGawD
R.I.P to Huey pull up we pop lock and drop em
Said I had an ego shut up bitch these diamonds, glossen
Whippin' in the stu with

We got all the change that you need right by the door
This the Players Club
And we got hella sections for them niggas getting dough
This the Players

Other people suck. So, you're surrounded by other people, Huey Lewis is playing. Literally, Huey Lewis, the guy he's in hell. His hell is to play fucking

perfect praise
Then I can stand up
And refocus and walk on by faith

[Channel 2:]
Lord You have proven that
Your loving hand is on me so
I've decided I'm

different
(Brag) , my bag different (Brag different)
My tag different, my mag different (Brr)
Brr (Fah) , fah-fah-fah (Ok)
Ok, I'm reloadin'
Surrounded by

cut you off quicker than I met you
You done enough, get the fuck away from my section
Then I'ma be thankful
Revealin' your true colours, I'ma say thank

Oh my God now it's a shootout 
Take his roof out 
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out 
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons 
We gone

I'm stepping 
Toting that fire any nigga want it 
You can find me in the smoking section 

187 211's wopping and poppin 24/7 
Putting in work

Coffee Creamer Jalopy
Words and Music by Russell Okinaka

Verse 1
(Section B)
Hey lookie here,  Hey lookie there,
See everybody has to stop and stare

Real spitter, show niggas how to rock when I step in
I'm really from my section, ain't got time for no flexing
The way you niggas straddlin'

section with a weapon know I keep it on me Niggas talkin' all they're doin' is hating some of these women phony I just made another play
I did it by my

the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down

Not my problem you're stuck in your own misery
Threatened by positivity
Comment sections are not meant
For you to spew negativity from your insecurity

Gang Bang Anyway

The Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg

Heaven Can Wait

Freddie Gibbs

Cold Day In Hell

2011

ain't no bitches in it?
Ride with me today, I'm in a mood to go spend some spinach
On my niggas of course
Funny how we straight from section 8, now we