Lyrics:
got new ones
No fake ones trust no one
It's Boy better know till I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
Cause man get money with the gang
that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
And when I said that
I would be a big MC by end of school term
I said man better cool
Relax and just chill out
Everybody knows when big Frisco
Touch
Work it, make it, do it
Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger
N-n-now that that don't kill me
Can only make us stronger
I need you to hurry
thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that
Work it, make it, do it
Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger
N-n-now that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry
spoke on the phone
Some say it's overblown but she don't give a damn
All the black girls think that she want they man
But it's not your fault they
These street Level genocides
By shield wielding pigs
While a crying mother digs
Her son's grave
No one was saved
That Day, the Earth stop breathing
Black
to be something that I wasn't at all
Seems I got it wrong, I was chasing after something that was gone
To the black of night, now I know it's not what
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
a black man to speak about black People like you do, you' to retire, Ars, is serious ignorance but racism
I am a black woman and an Eminem - Stan
Face me,
a black man to speak about black People like you do, you' to retire, Ars, is serious ignorance but racism
I am a black woman and an Eminem - Stan
Face me,
the hands of the black man
In the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in."
Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeant
Just
you to stop calling me a Black man
Screams how close by a doorbell ring
The oddest thing happened then
I was closed in a coffin
Mamas of talking
Raspy
be the first person to
Make a gunman walk home
Say it so clear, man think I talk slow
Had a black one
Wish I could've bought chrome
Said I wanna bring
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
Submitted by
sell weight)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to projects with black kids)
(Dedicated to man who build pyramids)
Word up
What
sell weight)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to projects with black kids)
(Dedicated to man who build pyramids)
Word up
What
After the dawning of the Sars
It became clear that Black Brutality would be no longer tolerated by the peoples
This is where we start
Do we have
this really earth or a disaster
Preyed on by them people and by them pastors
Money hungry for them crackers
Police just a middle man
The system judge
Hustle
Get money
Get better
Be the man
Hustle
Get money
Get better
Be the man
Hustle
Get money
Get better
Be the man
Hustle
Get money
Get better
Be
four by four
046 getting dead-nominations till I be forty-four
Up and wavy big boy shit better tell them we crazy
Moving all black like the british navy
of a black man
Really shows
Show em who I am
I don't show em what they think
Only person
I be acting like is me
And the image that you have you can keep
I'm
You're looking at a changed man
Changed man (Changed Man)
Changed man
Changed man (Changed Man)
Changed man
Changed man (Aye)
Man You can't be moved by
.jpg/245px-Rocktoberfest_rocks_Cherry_Point_141016-M-BN069-126_(cropped).jpg "Clint Lowery")
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