Lyrics:
could shape up, touch your barber miss
Fade you with a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
'Cause
parents be subject to this pain
Each time a young black man is killed, wounds open up again
When will this nation’s white people, heed the clarion call
That
eat you up like a soufflé
Niggas know that i hooray
This is real life this
Ain't no mothafuckin 2k
Nigga I be eatin' you shoulda
Looked at my youtube
coloniste
Know your history, inherit the confidence
It's apparent and obvious
I'm the young KRS in your providence
And this air that we're breathing is
block up
And it's the truth me and my troops
Strapped in the coup man we hurtin for loot
Lookin for cross towns to shoot
Blood,(what set you
suck their mum
And keep moving,
No time for the nuisance,
Yeah,
Bad ass vibes,
Man’ll set it off, like I’m Boosie,
Doing up stage,
Tour Life Days,
Got
mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the niggas strollin' deep
Watch your back, I'm about to creep
It's not
you've never been here, then channel 7 is your best bet
Me, I was raised in Watts after the riots
So I was taught: see the head, fly it
And one-time, I
did lack is feelings, But
We can live forever baby
I'll never see you wetter baby
Than when your tears hit the blood
That stained your sweater baby
We
way, and that we can't let that go, and that we got to hand
that on, that criticism is some company, a way of visiting,
a scary reminiscence on your
a hammer, split your shit, boy
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
And that's what you call a ride or die, yeah
Blood in my eyes, I am blinded by death
Nigga, fuck what you think, keep your mind to yourself
I ain't know
Bloods thicker than water
What a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers
, up-up-up-up
Hey, hear the alarm, time to start the day
Rub my eyes, light some weed, send my mind on it's way
I'm gone, somewhere to my own dimension
I,
he
Stick dick to ya, give ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up 'til it smokes??
Young girl lookin' brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass
feel crazy
(One, two, three, four)
I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail
like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
We're gonna rise up
I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take
'Cus all I see is dead rappers every
Time I pick a shovel up
Dig me? I shine like the sun do
'Cus son I been sonned you
Plus I look younger than your son
cop, bad cop
Answer promptly
Follow me in, at the time
Prisoner
He's mine
Don't be condescending
What is your purpose
What do you want
I can see through
at LA watchin' ATLA
Show is magic manages the man to stay young
We way up
Three generations in we never gave up
Technique like my brother when he lay up
But your music is by far shitter
I've been in my zone
And I've been in my head
I've been havin' thoughts on how I can get the bread
Always fuckin
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