Lyrics:
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
real, we rare, ain't shit to compare
Shit, done got wicked, it's cold
You know It hit different, they fold
They say when it rains, it pours
Stuck in that
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
They say it costs a half cent to kill a nigga
Nothin but a half cent to bury one
Family full
outer space
Fade to black a black so cold
You don’t have to worry bout growing old
Sandy got shot down in Chinatown
I found out in a roundabout way
(No, keep it to yourself)
Couldn't be bothered by all the demons flocking
Heat of the night and the black jay was mocking
Alice is a bad bitch, Alice is
with a D minus
Barely could read but know every word on a CD
Do you see it?
Things you do not see, I see
In this game that's cold and so deep
Things
called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan
bare bones
It's a cold storm and it's striking
I'm a white king lookin' like a Viking
Semi-automatic in a black sweater
Vendetta, hit the road like
grow
Because your beautiful with ugly ways
One day at a time
Just take it day to day
And pray
Because we're lost without Him
Yeah we all live in sin
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab to my
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
Hood rat, crack whore
Carefree, nightclub
Closet drunk, bathtub
Outcast, weirdo
Stepchild, freak show
Black girl, bad hair
Broad nose, cold stare
Tap
hangin'
Your head,cold kiss it goodbye
Stand up for your heritage,rejoice
In the fact
Whether you're red,white,tan
Yellow,brown or black
'Cause,He is
And then you can be free
However temporary
Shut the world off
Live in the imaginary
Self-dependence is the hardest learned lesson
It's your strongest weapon
AND REFLECT
NEED FI GET SOME DIFFERENT MEDZ
NEW PROJECT: ENJOY IT STEP BY STEP
REMEMBER DEATH (EVERYDAY)
(Rit)
MISTERY UNSOLVED, COLD
NUFF THINGS FI HOLD
razor sharp darts be like cold stares
The smell of fear makes my nostrils flair
Truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare
To these niggas in the hood,
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from that world
From the world of Jean Valjean
There
blank stare
There is blood everywhere
There is a statue in a chair
I say try it that's a dare
I am here not fair
The do not care
Electrocution in the air
another light,
But its like the dark women indoors in the darkest nights by the wrong man,
See all of them have made you incapable of a first impression,
snappy and they genuinely care?
Doody, most of my life it's just been me and you there
And I continuously stare at pictures of you
I never got to say I
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