Lyrics:
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
we out to win
Red and blue make green, bitch niggas hating
I'm a army, I'm a army
I'm a army, all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw
Red clay I'm crazy baby
Georgia born the place that made me
black hat villian with no fucks given
them thoughts and prayers ain't gonna save me
Cause
This ain't living, This ain't living
Nah nah baby, this ain't living no no no no
Uh heart of a lion, the eye of a panther
Why is blacks in the streets,
Not every cowboy rides a broken black mustang
Sometimes it's a two-tank, two-tone short-bed Chevrolet
And not every cowboy drinks whiskey like it's
and the moon shine
I look in my son's eyes, and I'm grateful two times
And two types of niggas where I'm from, and they both the same
Know yourself, know
who are you
You you you you
Self check on the humble one two
Self check on the humble one two, one two
This type of black thinking will cause all black
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
cause I've been living hell
I put my last two cents in the wishing fucking well
But I'm rocking all black with some white snow on my nail
Skirt the whip,
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
Feature one two on my album
Cos I like white girls like talcan
And I like black girls like malcom
Black girls i like them white girls
I like them asian
Lil' angel in your eyes, baby angel in your eyes
Black angel babies in the sky, telling you to stick by my side
Telling you all I do right, what if
At the red light
Quickly pass on get my ass on
And keep my head right
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's
slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad libs]
The Inc. is back, the Inc.
bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red
Ever been on the block?
Red lights, cars stopped
Walk by hear the pop
Of a door lock opt
To look em in the eye and
You're shocked
Ignored by the guy
featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me
into my eyes
No surprise
I'm half cupid half relic (Cha cha)
He who treads the path of the best is also he who sins are repentable
But if you ever, ever
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
you again I’d like to show you black magic, fear, pain and Red Rum, in a sexual bedlam, that could make the dead cum (Chorus)
What you know about
Hours said the whole city red
48 Hours said the whole city red
Said the whole city red
Is what the front page read
Got damn
One nigga
Two nigga
Who nigga
sound like the drum
of a neighboring tribe,
absorb the vibe,
feels good close my eyes,
and swept out the loot
by the crisp night air,
I gotta stay aware,
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
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