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beats, like Benson and Hedges.
I'll be here by all for one, baby, one for all.
Need a nigga call anytime, I'll be there for y'all.
Sometimes you need
Mine, saith the Lord" but
"Vengeance is fine" saith a hoard of
Americans marching forth but what are we marching for? Is it
Justice for George, criminal
the kind of a so
At people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like you and care about you. we uh, understand how hard it is to laugh
deal with each and every day
Now horns
Now horns
Lets tell everybody
What it is, is what it is
What it is, is what it is
What it is, is what it
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
paid for it, you just pay for it, mm
While whites march with rifles, unharmed
That anthem means more than your life do
This world is cursed by darkness
around, goons be on your top just like a Go-Pro
Them pounds we gon' blow those
We count it all then throw it up in slow-mo
I'm riding in my low-low
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
cant heal by nurses
Tell them me a star now me glad say the world see
I’ve seen many rise and fall
Praise to the most high praises him me give it all
got it?
you want to stop terrorists?
start with the u.s. imperalists
ain't no track record like america's, see
bin laden was trained by the c.i.a
but I
or the stitch now
Fuck your systematic oppression, sit down
Like you could still hit me with your little whip now
We could make justice and we come and get it
a shordy that possibly sing
Might get her a ring, take her to a beach that she like in the Spring
Is it ironic I feel like a king? Is it ironic my chain so
Your daddy drank himself half to death
When he was thirty-nine years old
But I hope you don't think I feel like a father to you
But I want to tell
Yeah
Southside
Apple Records
I tell 'em my name George Eki
Look around people crazy like a fandom
Fears all in my face but i never run tho
Dancing
If you look close up
At a Georges Seurat
See the dots of every hue
If you jump right back
It is La Grande Jatte
On a Sunday Afternoon
One by one
Dot
big in my city, they all know it though
Only option is to run they pockets like it's cardio
Zaza in my hands, my fingers icey if I roll a bid
I am
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
Philly never scared and them niggas ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you
not about your body it's just social implications are
Brought upon by this party that we're sitting in
And I'd like to say you've changed but you're
be your son
Your daughter, your mama your father
Shot down in the street by a racist cop
But the cop is a black man try to use my
Rights but still I'm
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