Lyrics:
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
think I can, fuck a Uncle Sam (Yuh)
All your brothers turn to uncles, damn (Uncles, damn)
I'm a savage, lookin' sav bitch
One who buys her own shit
Buys
job
Don't waste your fuckin' breath
Uncle Sam's henchmen, they're just doin' their jobs
Their job is to oppress
Kill all law enforcement, they're all
brothers, uncles, uncles
Betrayed by a lot of homies, all my friendships stay on shuffle
Huddles, steady find a plan, spread evil beyond the land
As I
Feelin' blanket a little squeamish
But I didn't want it to stop
My uncle said now, Tez don't piss your pants
Everybody laughed and presented to watch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, Who said you walkin' those
Distressed jeans? I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah
You dressed like your great uncle walked
Into
And this to me will say
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here is your sister, Kate
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by
stepping
Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping
And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon
Nigga free SK know we go EBK
Said that shit to his
Uncle Jack
Now when he's there, the games are fair
Cuz' if your lady is there, y'all best be ready to share
Cuz' in his eyes, he's the slickest guy
But
shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer
Yeah time to educate the youth (Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't then who will? (True)
Terror Squad style yo
(Speak on it God)
Yo I
And I'll tell you all about it from
The alcohol abuse by Uncle Paul
Abuse but all I need is one mic
I'll tell you all about it
The women and children
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
sayin "remember who you are"
Boy this ain't how you were brought up
You gon' head back to that rock and take the crown back from your Uncle
You gon'
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
It's a treat to beat your
So many questions that I have I'm just looking for the answer
Why Corona kill my uncle other uncle he had cancer
Why did god bless me look at me now
And they all begin to shout.
What?
Hey, hey, Uncle Dud
It's a treat to beat your feet
On the Mississippi Mud.
It's a treat to beat your feet
Beretta
My Beretta go through your damn leather, ayy ayy
Boy, you better have a teflon, ayy
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam, ayy
Sosa, Sammy Sosa, I
Shit is fowl like cheap cologne
On your Uncle's Sundays shoes straight from Penny's
Pob's droppin' math while we sip on Henny
I hate it when my
introduce them all
And this to me will say
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy,
And here's your sister, Kate.
And sure there's the girl you used
[Left]
Yeah, we just takin a break before the next song comes in
I hope yall appreciatin what your gettin to hear right now
I hope ya appreciatin
black child
Raised by another black mother
If you point that out, you're an Uncle Tom
When you a black conservative
What type of words you get?
House
like a person like you who's been misunderstood for so many years by so many people, just have so much genuine love to give you know what I mean
It's
my niggas up north by the Bay
Trying to twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
Cause I'm rolling with my nephew and we smoking again
""Turn your
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