Lyrics:
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on
Smoke
rappin bout
I come on trippin I give no fucks
Niggas cap bout they bags aint got no bucks
My lil brother he smoke so much
He can’t start his day unless he
Im tryna jump in a big body
Where my brothers and them
They can sit by me
Wake up check my phone
An it be problems
I be by myself
I wont be deep
on Rocky's grave
Wild Boys for life
And Richard Kyte we've not forgot your name,
Until the day you meet again Mick will miss you dearly
Dear brother dear
brother's keeper?"
The second of February, 1980
Began three days of misery
A scene of retaliation
Epitomizing violence, horror, and vindication
to the bone every now and then when I’m alone
Hate to wake up just to see another day
Knowing the results yet I still check my pay
Every Monday,
Tryna get
This is the streets talking for themselves
Save my brothers, take them out the trees
How long do you gotta breathe?
I mean, how long you gotta sleep?
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
A riot on the corner of the street tonight.
Well, you know it's too late
And you don't shoot straight.
Yeah, we take it to the streets with our sights
of time
You're a no show and we're out of line
We're six guns south with
Our barrels aimed high
Take it to the streets with
Pistols by our sides
And you
brother's glock
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
Now shout out to the white folks standing by our side
Yall know the flaws in the system it's a lie
They killin' my black brothers on sight
And then they
Don't throw stones in glass houses (Nah)
And don't throw rocks and black brilliance
I get tonnes of flak, I get millions
Um, that's only matched by
five, six, amen
As in the days of Noah, here we go again
Five, six, seven, what they talkin' bout
Just like a broken leg, we gon' cast him down
Dearly
the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad
It's not so bad
And to the people that I signed
You too kept me alive
By encouraging me not to give up
whispered a riot over my brothers bones
And I don't know if there are enough letters for me to tell you about the last time I held his hand Smooth and Honest
lost my momma
Swear to god to this day my mind still wondering
Long live the wizard man that nigga like my brother
Imma stay down get the money in
the commotion quite emotionless
Like what's the reason for the protest
Turns out this brother was stopped by cops in mad traffic
and they beat him pretty bad
to the H
I been out here since 6 days after graduation date
My teammates cool
My dorm room straight
The girls thick as hell too
But I ain't tripping I got
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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