Lyrics:
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
to conform quietly
A few billion souls trapped inside of rothschild's monopoly
Using black magic rebranded as politics and economy
Cameras two four seven,
who's shit we on (yeah)
Bitch know the sack super long
Bitch know the weed super strong (yeah)
Niggas aware of what's goin' on, yeah
Fuck all that shit,
Ninety ninety motherfucking 1
NWA's back in this motherfucking yo
Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggas
And we're on this lay back track
goin' down? Right here right now
And everybody on the north, east, west and south
Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit
Twiztid,
Can you soothe my sadness
Embalm me in protective goodness
It's all at stake like a Slayer
And I'm a player
So if it's on I'll see you later
3, 2, 1
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
with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella
[M.C. Ren]
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be
the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Squad outside gettin litty
Function is a vibe hit my gritty
We Goin Up
Out in LA to the Bay
Mobbin' out from where we stay
We on the way
Sturdy is
and round
Mary J my life I'm goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin mane
Find out when the semis come out
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
reception
I'm crazy, I'm goin’ ballistic for the gravy
I'll let it go in your biscuit
From the screw face, cat black
You know that I'm twisted, stupid aim
My
Ninety ninety motherfucking 1
NWA's back in this motherfucking yo
Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggas
And we're on this lay back track
wanna brag? I wanna brag too
Now what you goin' do, when they ask you
Is you goin' tell a lie, or you goin' keep it G
Or you goin' hold it all inside
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
fun, this jam is number one
We gonna party til it's done, me and DR
Goin' real far
In a black car, fat two-seater
Rich like Kedar, on my Def Jam's
alone (yeah)
Yeah, the greatest gift is knowledge itself
They fail to talk about my journey with mission and wealth
I made it here all by my lonely,
in time
Witness evolution of the black man that survived
Through pigment and constitution
Who knew the two could collide
War written in black
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
Nigga been too faded
Two beans wen i fly A list
Im on a hiatus
Eyy
Nigga been high lately
Most niggas be fugazi
Dip out wen its time to pay me
Eyy
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