Lyrics:
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
Generational curses (you can't hold me)
AIDS and Diabetes (you can't hold me)
By his stripes we are healed
Sin and sickness must depart if you recognize
the 5th
Yeah eat a dick wit AID's on the tip, keep my name off ya lips
Not guilty!
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
I said I'm sicker than your average
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
The mental suicide has begun
We're rotting out the human race by putting intellectual strength on holding tracks
Since the elites haven't beared in
a gun threat
When they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (huh?)
So bring the money by tonight, cause your wife
Said this the biggest knife
other
He was hurting, I can see it, plenty tears, no Kleenex
I stood by his side because that was my homie
Gave him a hug, some of his brother's blood
come to your aid
You speak on the phone while you take out your braids, my baby
You know you're my babes, my baby
Baby, your mind your body, your
Angered by all the wretched sinful play
He pledges to restore the will of the righteous fate
His blood boils with rage to avenge the race betrayed
the Kool-Aid by the jug
So suffer your fate, oh, come here and give me a hug
Nobody loves you like I love you, oh, my dear
But you should've known that this was
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
day
Whoever said that the struggle would stop today
A lot of niggas dead or locked away
Teenage women growin' up with AID's
'Cause that's the life
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no
the seventies (seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was cool-AIDS
Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDS
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel
Grenades auf
Einen Man mit AIDS
Goddamn my man, der Struggle real
Die ganze Hood ist ein Battlefield
Ich renn' durch die Hood
Mit den Hand Grenades
Und ich
right in these streets
I lost myself and found myself right in these streets
I was by myself, I was by myself right in these streets
By myself lil'
the damage is made?
BLOODY america
Where they planted the aids?
Bloody America
Nothing else suprises me
In this Bloody America
What an evil Society
This is
boy
Get paid by the vows, now they want be just like us
They music need a hearing aid, my shit loud and it's knocking
Seen it like a sidekick, got
purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought
I've been running from my cursin', and it's not long till I'm caught
They like a band aid, try to keep down when
pray for your death everyday
So let me help you take your life away
You're lost in this unforgiving life
So let me guide you by the aid of my knife
Normally people innately have good common sense
But autonomously by nature following orders at our expense
When our democracies are filled with
(on the track boy)
I've been feelin' like I'm stranded
I'm standin' alone by myself
Now I've been talkin' to
Myself, feelin' blocked, uh
And I don't
superman band-aids from all the times you got hurt
I'd give away tomorrow for yesterday just to hear you ask me why
Son, it's true
I miss those days gone by
When you've got tired eyes
Months go by
The time it flies
Past the days that we drank
Kool Aid in the summertime
Years go by
The time it flies
Past
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