Lyrics:
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by
Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if ya body lie
By the block
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
just feels so damn unlucky
No hate, my pride ain't ugly
Black love is a threat to the opposing
See the drugs and the so called thugs
Just know that
reputation, the six thousand strong Legion were inscrutible in their jet black armour, their sable banner billowing in the chill breeze which skittered over
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
knife killa
Two wild loose guerillas....untamed guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that
two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy
on
No matter how much they bring
I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong
Catch me by surprise
You won't realize
two, one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
to the past
Hard rapper the war path
War path Kurupt young Gotti
Incredibly clever, mack auther with Everlast it's true
Do what you want to do, one, two
playin' the game raw
When you at war playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war
Playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war
1--They playin' the game raw
2--Dem boys
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
One two one two
One two one two
Homage
One two one two
Got a third eye in my forehead, yo
Listen
Ain't no sunshine without no rain
Ain't no fun time
Black rain...theres no chance 2 exscape it
You know how it seem like sometimes nothin but bad luck
It just won't go right that's the black rain
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
in two, change your truth to lies
War is eternal, there are no spoils of peace
War is forever, until we're deceased
War for the future, war for
We're gonna move on up
Two by two
This whole world is gonna be
Brand new
Am I black black enuff for ya
Am I black black enuff for ya
Get in
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
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