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rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride till we meet out demise
and
Snakes in ways to break within
Again my system creeps, ejected by enemies
RIP and I really do hope one
Day that I see ya
Cause when the bombs come and
They
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
what's wrote in the paper
Yo, but let it be the other way around
Let it be the 'wood with his ass on the ground
And then they want to take action show
police run the streets shit they the real niggas
Don't think twice or hesitate they aim to kill niggas
Truth be told since way before y'all been killing
though would turn
Him 'to a militant
That is the result of no food in the fridge
And every other day being
Searched by the pigs
Fuck these patronizing
shoes, sneakers, of course
I can't find the other pair
I don't believe it
Sometimes I'm blinded by my anger
And I feel no remorse
I bottle up and explode
Burn
My city's on fire
Burn
Modern day tragedy
Crime on the rise
Police brutality
My reality's be -A-D
'Cause the F-A-see-T of the matter's
Rowing day and night Not stopping in his way Though tales of woe were spoken by the girl He gently falls asleep Then awakes on the shore The story at last
to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound
where young men were sitting down
drinking coffee ´till this brother came in
u could tell by the look at his face
that he had something that he wanted
them trenches, man
'Cause my niggas stuck on them back blocks, ain't got no other way
I know what you goin' through, nigga
I feel you, nigga, I feel
wanna fornicate
Police said freeze, must've saw the chain
Shit, the way she got that booty clapping
Shake it like you tryna win a booty pageant
Clap it,
me like I want death against other sides
Brother I will be brief
This beef was constructed by police
To see we under white sheets
And between chalk
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
And my gangsta ways
They hung off they guns
And made it to the grave
Cause I'm a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G
wet
From the best turned vet
Learned to speak direct
My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
From the womb to the world
From the world to the grave
From the grave to the heavens and my spirit
From the liquor to the drugs
To the police
(We got another one)
If I gas one you know I’m fucking the other (On the other)
When I smash one, ain’t no way that I am cuffing her (I ain’t cuffin’
To the n***** who done lost a Homie, got caught by the police, Done sipped you some codeine
You come from the ground, done Sold you some loud
Don't lose yourself
on foot
By the lack of wheels
We aim to keep it real and
Hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating
When government gave permission
If you
facing no jury
Fuck the police fuck the system
The government don't help nobody
No love in the streets
No love in elderly homes
I went toe to toe with em
the ghetto watch the helicopters
Instead of rappers and models
We need hella doctors
Hella lawyers police and
We need hella judges
Nobody will fall cause we
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