Lyrics:
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
that it was when it wadn't
Shit's hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto
Fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you wit'
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
talkin' president
Fuck fuck fuck a war
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
Fuck fuck fuck a war
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
[Fuck fuck fuck a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
puffin' on the Bombay, the Vietnam way
Pimpin' in a calm way and rule one
Never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay
Now if you see me creepin'
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a motherfucking Vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga disrespecting my set
and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin' there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin' somewhere about
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your
never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from
Grandpa's down
By the two lane
In the blazing sun
Or pouring rain
Sells tomatoes
From the back
Of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for
never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from
from Vietnam
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what's
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
Bound by the strategy
A systematic deprivaty
Heavy as gravity
Head first in the cavity
Without a bottom
A fate, worse than Sodom
What's got 'em, drunk off
at the dock of the bay
Wating for the snow to roll in, split end
It's Kokane a k
A the black hopper
Surrounded by the black teamsters
With triple beamers
Cause
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