Lyrics:
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
not a rookie
All cross the world they be tryna book me
Been watching empire I need a cookie
It's us gainst the world fuck whoever oppose
Str8 out
policeman ain't do no time
It was inhuman so I'll go on a rant
About the cold blooded murder of Oscar Grant
Three years went by we down in Sanford, a family's
time
It was inhuman so I'll go on a rant
About the cold blooded murder of Oscar Grant
Three years went by we down in Sanford
A family's life has been
Khel Hai Ye Khilaadi Ka - 2
This Is A Game Of A Player
Kaam Nahin Ye Anaadi Ka Super Police
This Is Not A Work Of A Novice, Super Police
Khel Hai
can smell em not on my casket
I’m tired of
Wack ass rappers with dope beats
I’m tired of
Black people dying by police
I’m tired, so tired I’m runnin’
n
Young boy burden on my head
Fa wo manna no bi mane y3n
I can't be alone by myself in this world
Risky I'm not taking that
The pain the agony on my chest
Me, I never got that grease
You better not count to three
'Cause by then I'll be hitting speeds
You might see me on the seas
I'm on the road
gives 'em a hint not to step in my path
police i'm sayin' fuck you punk
Read my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club so you stand
world
I be singing and she jigging but no not my girl
Now she a fan of me and she a frienemy
No can’t get in with me
Party till about 3
Winning team
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,
Chorus
Why must we riot
Why must we protest
Just to be heard - by the world?
Verse 1
Seattle was a riot, they tried to pin on us
But we didn't show
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
Quite fine my darling and how are you
Well I'm doing quite fine but I'm kind of upset
Because I heard a little something I could not forget
What's that?
I
[Verse 1]
It's a world of life we live in
But that's not all that must be said
We've been facing protests due to a crime that the police led
I know it's somebody, somewhere, homie
That today they celebration
I might not know you
I wanna celebrate with you
Gotta be somebody the police
The shorties and me G, one of the three gunmen
Side by side we're on the highway, and lettin' off shots
The three outlaws, against the cops
It's like
type oo odo)
I dey wonder sey your type de3
Never give me chance to talk, eh eh.
(3no ne menkwadaa dwene oo odo)
So i just shout babe, yeah, yeah, yeh!
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
been the same since he seen the other three die (goddamn)
Bitch, I'm Two-Three high
Bitch, say your goodbye
Gave that boy the business, like a suit
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