Lyrics:
(chorus until song ends)
(master p chorus x4)
(fiend talking)
Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here
This for all my ghetto fiends out
(chorus until song ends)
(master p chorus x4)
(fiend talking)
Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here
This for all my ghetto fiends out
Crimes appear to have no motive, I wrote a
Shit I seen on the street now y'all fiend for the beat
Like a crackhead but this black dread don't sell
smacked, I'm tellin you black black
I told you again, I'm clockin fat knots
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk" -- Cypress Hill)
One two one
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
B-L-A-C-K in all caps
Out the traps to get to riches
The senseless still pay the tax (okay)
I'm buildin' a business, can I get a witness?
This here was
& Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
Years we got
of the hotness, long timeness
So like six I ain't never been rich
I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw
Another lonely
1 sheep 2 sheep 3 sheep hey sheep
Bah bah black sheep
1 sheep 2 sheep 3 sheep hey sheep
Bah bah black sheep
Is there even a black sheep
Is there even
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah
Bone (Bone) Bone (Bone) Bone)
It's goin down man, yo (yo) yo (yo)
This how we do it
[Chorus: x2]
Now
heart's made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin' what you're told (what we're told)
Goin' nowhere fast
Fuck doin' what you're told, act like a two
easy, but I'm all about it
Straight pickin', keep clockin' so I'm strong
Better bring me all my damn money
[4-you-2-Know]
Pimpin' ain't easy for
goin' hard again
If we down two, I'ma shoot for the win
It's all on my body, you see that fin
Dior's like Jake and I'm killin' like Finn
If we miss one,
out here operating
In some kinda way congruent
To all of these snakes and river rats
Im dodgin these fakes while they slither past
Head on a swivel Im
been a hustler, I poly' off that
Y'all don't wanna go to work with the boy
It's only two words that describe
Me: search and destroy
I don't think you
side
Talkin' big shit, ready to die
I know every story got two sides
Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy
Cop wanna make it home by night time
Just
sweatin'
Like a dog ho and I need my
H2o Ima grab yo ass and tip
You good before the night is over
See, we gone like 30 bottles
Jungle juices goin' on
Ciroc,
[Chuck D]
Damn back again up on track again
Some of why'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites
who lost it all on a dream
What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin'
strong so strong so strong so strong
1 2 3 4 Money get ta countin
Endless views from the top of the mountain
Someday's I wanna say fuck it all
But what
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
the house
Motherfuckers goin' gun shot huh
South Central's in the house
Motherfuckers goin' gun shot huh
Houston, Texas can you feel me
(watch out) go
Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village
The nighties, and all my Yard' and Trinis,
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