Lyrics:
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When the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays
contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
[Repeat: x2]
[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key
it burns the soul, man
They say business first, but black ice is always cold
You taught by the best? They teach you all the tricks
You pledge your life
meet a man tryna sell a dream
It ain't no one tellin' me what to sing (no)
And the people around me got better things
To do with they life then
From Medgar Evers down to Emmet Till
Black bodies swingin from trees outlining American hills
Talk all that racism shit if you want to
But white man, I
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
feed us lies, blind our eyes
If you're hand's the same color as mine's, black man rise
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto
the knot slips
Rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss
And while they're busy reloading
I'm decoding the messages she sent with this key I keep
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep
Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat
And do right by them, work a little in
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
I couldn't find any, any motivation at all
They were very desperate people
Riding in long black limousines
But they were big time operators
moves
Make the mob angry and you might lose your life
Saw a black man take an officers flashlight
And shine it in his eyes
Start asking questions
What're
key
Look clean
On the dresser
I swear to God
Man I love that car
I first got my lil' money
When it got that car
Put that tint on that thing
I black
the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin' harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays an AK
The new
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my
extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
Let it float let it float let it float
Let it float let it float
But cant pass me by
Won't pass me by
Underachiever just skating along
Yeah I did
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
Don’t fool yourself by thinking we got equal chances
If we’re talking heads or tails then the blacks are the latter
Wanna be Lebron, but required to be
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