Lyrics:
beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna
keep it real brothers, stay on your feet, get on your hustle
if you can do it without force use muscle
walk soft carry a stick ready to tussle
your
ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I
alone I won't forget you
Gotti wats poppin, the 'line know I got them
The Stars winning without M dubb is not a option
No way we could fail, we prevailed
silence
Cos if I speak up, I'm silenced
When a structure's built from racism
I can't defend myself without fighting
You give a white man time to heal
You
I just wanna start this off by saying thank you
To my family
My mom, my dad
Sisters and brothers
My cousins, uncles, aunts
My grandparents and my
Yeah
I'm going swimming (ooh) yeah (ooh)
Can I swim, can I swim
You know I'm swimming (ooh)
Yeah I'm cool
Hey, hot ass day, but the girl got a pool
and a good man
If the compassion is real and you are honest
You're one of the boys, bringing me joy
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Shout out to my brothers who
(Cheer up yo!)
Connect from Russia to New York
We open doors to each other without block,
(Word up yo!)
You haven't heard this before.
it's a fusion
[Biz Markie]
Yo Ace, I got an, um, question
Excuse me brother, but can you spare a dime?
[Master Ace]
Naw, but if you want, I can kick a funky
When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found
face
If you wanna race
I don't do that for mine and your sake
No time to waist
I gotta pursue all the goals on my slate
Without being slaved
In a job
without you
Don't let go
How can it be that one of those left behind is me
I don't want to leave you
Don't let go
I don't want to not have you by my side
CRASH IT by Ellsz x Jevz Uptown Ft Tempz
UH
LOOK
Im just a young boy dripping
You love the yah my bro cook right
I might take her to the shaard
without weight
I've got so much to say but no more ways to say it
Brother it's getting late
Souls caught in coffee cups behind these shades they cry
Lured
and Root thing we do not want to feel pain
Safety's our aim, let me see if I can explain
Hello, hi there, I had to stop you from walking by there
Reason that
tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your
a silver lining
Just to show my brothers love and then to find out they were lying
And to find out they were plotting, sneaky fucks without a soul
I would
killed another brother
We done wit overcoming we coming over totin somethin
No justice without Love No Change without blood uuh
Defund 12
Defund 12
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
Life can come and cook you up such a harsh fate
Never sell your soul cause I won't
Go to a dark place without a light bulb
All of you can roam in
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
I start my painting
I want you to use the power of your imagination throughout my painting
Welcome
Imagination
A nation without any laws or borders
of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
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