Lyrics:
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
BRIDGE
Heard the thugs they don't live long, don't live long
Heard the killas they don't live long, don't live long
Heard the thugs they don't live
Though I walk through the valley, they know
That's a different text
In the gym with the Jim Crowe
That's a different flex
Whether black, white, or red
answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony
you can handle right now,
if your mad scream let the
world hear it out loud,
Live to tell the
tail, people cheat and steal,
But baby smile, We
here
perfectly me, yeah
Carefully crafted by The Almighty
And Natty prefer die free than live life on my knees
This dream weh Babylon selling ain't appealing
answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
nine, get up
'Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block, better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth
thug musik
All that's loose leaf my big game
Scrow foul lives snake eyes
Ready with steel at any given time
I'm a kill stone hearted nigga
there
Black Utopia no other place can compare
Success is measured by the collective
Chasin' that bag that's not the end all objective
Everybody's got
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
Hard Up have the time of our lives
Hold up I was eating Big Mac
If they put your life in your own hands then you know
There's a story on the front line
Crist', fuck bitches
Us young niggaz out there handle our business
We eat, we sleep, we shit this
Big whips, big chips, we live this
Smoke kush, pop
stoned close to an overdose
They didn't blink an eye
They just kept listening to The Black Crowes
They met my mom earlier that day
Then she told me
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
under my chateau
Where I hung up my shadow
From the mantle
Free from the government shackles
I can handle anything
The governor tackles
They have grappled
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
a ride wit 'em til they bury me
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got gun
And my guns got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all
I'm not black
And I don't know how it feels
But being judged by your color
Man that shouldn't be real
We all human, why we act like we not?
I
and black rags
We unite they get mad can't handle that
Tell a hater stand up we don't give a fuck
Could show each other love or we could handle up
I just
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