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You sent us guns
You hunt us down
Call us thugs
Because I'm brown
Because I'm black
Gun us down
We ain't coming back
I spit the facts
Bout
put out by the capitol (It was)
If somebody in this country says we're tyrannical they're crazy
I'm an ancap
We came to attack
Let's take our life back
I'll be flying to high, if i get any closer
I'll fall too hard put me down I'm the most ya
Started where you did and I'm here now
Maybe i was
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
the boy, but I was never let down
She was choppin' up the pounds, so I learned how to double up on an ounce
Fuckin' kids these days (Days)
Y'all got some
on the gun
We fry him slowly
Forty-four give you the four for four, I love wendys
We drive by, I mean, drive thru
What Luey say? Slide thru
Aye Steuwop, who
Persian kings
My urban theme is to keep my culture pure
And untampered like virgin queens
Never splurging cream
When I stack I'm merging dreams
Into
Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
And I been had
hand
To the fathers and the mothers doing dirty by they daughters
Governors acting treacherous they trying to get these voters
Vultures take the culture
out
A darker side that no one knows about
Can't anybody hear me?
Can't anybody see me?
'Cause I think I lost my way
Put the gun down, just put
and gun and stop pointing them at myself
I've hurt enough, it's time for you to feel it along with everyone else
Society needs sobriety
We put people
down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with
to be all citizens of every
culture in love and unity.
Watch the sun
Put down yuh guns, Put down yup armours Oneness! Oneness! Oneness!
be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden (Harden), beg your pardon (ay)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried
and put it to my wrist
than sell records on the basis that I have to promote
sniffing and selling coke, toting guns and smoking dope,
you're all weaving
and tore down the Berlin wall
Only to build up a new and improved around our crumblin' fort (Europa)
This one was a bit tricky, not visible to the naked eye
not in there they a have yo homies put you on a t-shirt
Guns in the hood up it till you can’t breathe air
Analytical, financial, psychological warfare
in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,
Bailing back on with my troops,
I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas
That's down with they
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
and the prophets agreed, ya heed
Dust to dust, herbs yieldin seeds of
creation of cultures to street sound
You get run around but I run the booty down
No master
a statistic of gun crime
One shot, in an early morning drive-by
Same shot silenced everybody's lifeline
Shooter gets locked away, we say bye-bye
Dead body, just
troops ya house better be bomb proof
Or we can put them guns down
And throw the arms too
Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this
Punch like prom juice you
way of L.A
You know that city of the angels is where I stay
S.O.S. and Honor Flow yo, we don’t play
I’ll put this hook in your ears and I’ll drag you by
way of L.A
You know that city of the angels is where I stay
S.O.S. and Honor Flow yo, we don’t play
I’ll put this hook in your ears and I’ll drag you by
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