Lyrics:
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
lighting up the cigarette and then I pass half to my mate.
Many clubs and bars await.
We're gonna drink and dance till it's late.
And my name is Bait,
Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago,
Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row
Young an' wide-eyed, I believed every word,
As he rambled
Seen Too much blood shed and
Death upon the streets
No justice no peace
Prosecute the racist police
Hands up don't shoot hands don't shoot
I can't
Get you knees off me cop I can’t Breathe
Cause I commit a crime Why Can’t I take the plea
Cause you know I’m black y’all Can Trayvon me
Shoot me for
in no black jack
All love, that's no cap
Green lights, burnouts
Tempo might give you whiplash
Time been flying by way too quick
So baby we just gon'
and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
Some ladies in
people you was cool with
Opps shoot a black man we running through his projects
Cops shoot a black man all we do is protest
You be up in every club
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride
uncontrollable, obstinate beast
Horny little devil, you gotta back up
Horny little devil, you can't bust a nut
Lookin' at my girlfriend's black skin
You wanna
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
Getting my facts from a Benneton ad
I'm lookin' through African eyes
Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire
I've got a face, not just my race, Bang
the up the loose ends, new friends and new jams
Been traversing white hoods like the ku klux klan
2 pump chump, southpaw with no left hand
Dope as fuck
don't call
know my mind seesaws
in backbeat time i understand
the joker and the ace and how to play my hand
and when the lion does roar i creep on by
[Verse 1:]
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
Who pierce strikes like
Every evening you will find him
Around our neighborhood
It's the old dope peddler
That we know by doing good
Started off with a OZ end up riding fo'
another black motherfucker dead
Niggas ain't good for shit to me
'Cause it's a race for second class, so get your ass
Up against the wall bitch! And then he
the definition of fucking N.W.A
(To the hiddip the hop it don't stop)
(Throw your hands up)
(Rock the beat)
(To the hiddip the hop it don't stop)
(Throw your
it up)
(Shh, be quiet tip-toe)
Five percent tint, my windows (windows)
Ten bites from, black widow (boom)
Mark of my goals like, bingo (bingo)
Dope
Bullet kiss the side of your face
Your brain put on a show
When I was growing up
We'd say you got an
X put over your O
Too many squares around your
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners
"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
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