Lyrics:
the path that we've chosen (Yes)
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back
whenever we spend
Ain't rocking no gucci but I'm super gucci I might just rock Platinum Fubu again
For us by us is the motto again
Buy you some land invest
or fee) Word
Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000
You know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You
the seed is sowed
Rain comin' in from over 'cross the road
Big black curtain coming 'cross the field
Blind 'll see, the lame will be healed
Brown
back
Always been a hustla
That's what she is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renegging her lips and my brain
We can go a long way on her
black suits and hard bottoms
Haha and don't worry I got 'em
He ain't a problem child just a child with a problem (D-Block ahaha)
(aha ha)
Why can't
And you DVD killing niggas be
Scared to come outside
Now where they do that at
Shoot I'mma shoot it back
You dudes be rapping like money like
I ain't used
made 'em lip lock
I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out
We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty
on they sockets making imposters jump
You ain't real boy, I'm here to fill a void
Leave the fakers by the gate, tell them to kill the noise
In my circle
that ain't me, I go too damn hard
I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out
Black lip nigga with his hair wild
Too damn proud
Been killing this
'Cause she got a birthday coming in April
We ain't got no kind of commitment
Why you worried 'bout if I'm hitting it?
Don't worry about how I'm getting it
grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up
got dementia
She on tik-tok
Doing lip syncs to Kesha
So you know that
I'm coming pressure for shawty
Say she like her men
How she like her coffee
I
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
I upped my status
You ain't fucking with us man go back to practice
Ain't even twenty-one but I feel like a savage
I ain't going back broke
No
I made
black suits and hard bottoms
Haha and don't worry I got 'em
He ain't a problem child just a child with a problem (D-Block ahaha)
(aha ha)
Why can't
Yeah
UmmmmHmmmm
Haaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaa
Rise up
Rise up rise up you can keep running by the lips
And my niggas going ride up
4 or 5 niggas with da
ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'
fuck that
Cops wanna know what's up in my rucksack
Aye she wants to comeback
Have to run back, go sign this contract
Signal this, cause we ain't
On a daily
Trust when I say that I'll kill a mc
I'm a killer mc
You might see me on the dvd for smokeyz tv
Way back when they didnt know me
See me
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
phone
I can't wait till I get it all black owned
Big lips
Fat ass
All real, no cap
Stay trill, that's facts
Black kids, follow yo black dreams
Big things,
you any explanations
Lately you've been asking too many questions
I’m coming over
So please unlock the back door
Your jet black lover
Jet black lover
back through like a crucifix
Niggas like the shell nucleus
Black all over that chick
All night, I'm a Frank Sinatra
Mothafuckas ain't got no offers
See
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