Lyrics:
Pistol in my hand by the window pain
Feeling like Malcom X with the rifle
Niggas violate and don't respect they lane
They'll do whatever just
too far from my family to travel
(Fuck)
I just came unraveled
Socked the DA before I got gaffled
Owned by CA, State Property
Just like the year 1553
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
down but we the victims
Like what the fuck we ever did screaming fuck the pigs
Like how the fuck you get away with killing another kid
Another black man
to
Trigger emotions and trigger
Thoughts of you one of the
Most clever people to
Ever manipulate the internet i
Watched him go from:
Sway you gotta hear my
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon
And I'm on that Philly fire shit
Then I come fully equipped
You try
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
be doin' what I'm doin'
Just to feed my kids (The Youngins)
I would never of thought this
Rap in this movie biz, huh?
Whatever accept this Philly kid
Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man it's whatever
I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and war, yo
We
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and my sister who has been dismissed by all the racial slurs and taught she’d have to be a mother
This for Elijah and for George, fighting for our freedom
That I'd be killing shit with Doc Dre (nigga, what?)
I never want it to ever be over
I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder
Drunk off
see me, I'm not a George Bush I'm a mothafuckin' genie
Sarah Pailin has too many kids, Sarah Pailin has too many kids,
Sarah Pailin has too many kids
Glancin' the kid
Wish you nig was dancin' the jig
Here with this handsome kid
Ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba
I just bite it
It's for the look I don't light
I just want Jose Luis money
Big Vic Money
That Titon money all surrounded by the honey's
Want Domencio Money
Black Jus Money
Boy George money you
Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man it's whatever
I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and war, yo
We
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
lookin' at me
Glancin' the kid
Wish you nig was dancin' the jig
Here with this handsome kid
Ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba
I just bite it
It's for
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish
went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes
(Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen)
Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women
Iced
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
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