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featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker 
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good 
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D

Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still
Chill on the hollow ponds
Set sail by a kid
In the heat wave that hit us all, 1976

I felt the percussion
The green man had gone
Half my road
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
gone, fall by my hand.

The night will fall, the axe will drop,
The key will turn, the door will lock,
The needle will push, the pain will stop,
shock

Fade to black

Your mind is full of evil thoughts
Your senses dulled as your body rots
You will go down on my command
Your will is gone, fall by my
Her car is how she left it. No dust has gotten in
The key turns on the dash lights, and the CD player spins
You hear her favorite music, the words
Chill on the hollow ponds
Set sail by a kid
In the heat wave that hit us all
1976

I felt the percussion
The green man had gone
Half my road was now
CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin
,
Tombs are coming off the ground
Trapped in this world
Ruled by demons from beyond
True lurking fear, for the nekronomicon

Now - I only see dead
the rest of the dead
Not aware that the years that go by

Lurking in the shadows
Twisted shape of creeping terra
Guarding something special
Gone since
of the dead.
Imprisoned souls.
Trapped for eternity.
Black crows break the silence.

The garden of the dead s alive tonight and you can't stop it.
Just enjoy it.
cook oh
Yesterday is dead and gone and so today
Place your past into a book
Burn the pages, let 'em cook

Eyes stinging from the black smoke, new hope,
win a grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about
the colours have gone
Like the wind
Blowing snow
Down my back
And christmas is coming I sit by the tree
And sing your favorite song
With a key
And a ring
you're free again
Yes the tyrant is dead, he is gone, overthrown
You have given our souls back to light
50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain 
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50 

[repeat]

Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy
Are the pictures from life's other side

Just a picture from life's other side
Someone has fell by the way
A life has gone out with the tide
That
Shakes your feet and it pounds your brain
Like a buzz saw

He's homesick
For days by gone
He's homesick
For home sweet home

In the darkness down
Got no reason to go to bed
The jobs are gone and the town is dead
Something nasty is in my head
You have to swing by your safety belt
Give me your keys
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black
Yeah how many niggas that'll die for u 
How many get a key slice the pie wit u 
I aint talking bout those who get high wit you 
Niggas know