Lyrics:
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
The Lord know it wasn't from no Hip-Hop!
(On it) we ain't bragging, I ain't laughing
Doing anything to eat big ma got the dawg
Full booming in the East!
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
When the cops To the back
Hands on the wall
For what
You talkin back
Got no ID they throwing you in the back
Of the car
The life of a black boy
Is hard
fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin' serious time
You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game and you gotta deal
ain't real
Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
will or tarnish your pride
Wear your heart on your sleeve ain’t no need to hide
I represent for the culture for my people I’ll rise
To my Black young
black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take
Red, Black & Blue
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider
This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears.
This is my new foreign policy,
get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel,
every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my
nigga, wit yo wife
Sound like plumber, playing pipe
I'm that match, that you light
When you ain't got no life
I'm your fireman
Who the fuck say drag
What?"
Pumpin' In The Cell By Myself, 'cause I Don't want to Hurt No-bo-dy
[Chorus - Drag-on]
I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets
I'm Them Lyrics
name Black Thought
This shit right here, no it can't be taught
Gotta be learned, it gotta be earned
I ain't got a pocket full of money but I'm full
we ain't anticipating no fear
Shit been real, how you gone deal? The time is here
Black Man I got the plan for us
Our weapons and ancestors there
trick ass chump
Who's knowing deep in his heart
He ain't wanting to see no funk
When he drunk yeah that nigga done go to him
Ran through him got him
Fuck up ya skin for real wit that big steal I'm still wit da deals on meals or if you take pills mistaking da cake ain't build you a lay killed
keep ya lips sealed
I’m here to seal the deal
Don’t needa pop a pill
I ain’t no Dr. Phil
I want the top to feel
Don’t talk or ya top is peeled
I just
Now I'm OG (now I'm OG)
Niggas know me (niggas know me)
But I don't tolerate that conversate 'bout the ol' me ('bout the ol' me)
Ain't no workin
Driving a striped racer
Black mobile No cape justa
Black tuxedo big paper chaser
Make a
French Vanilla girls lips touch mine with flavor
And that's extra
this haze
I can't deal with you if you not trynna stay
Move away out my lane
This limousine is meant for all the real ones we ain't saving space
It's all
on barstools say it leads to slippery slopes
As they curse and slur their words, Echo Nancy - Just say no
Instead it's go to rehab as if rehab ain't a joke
Club
And I always stay fly, don't need no stylist
Go 200 on the freeway, drive wreckless on the e-way
Ain't sleep in about 3 days
Ball like I'm on the east bay
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