Lyrics:
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of n****s puffin in
knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat
black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gun
That
And topped by a black leather vest
Somebody asked how he came by his name
And if he was one of the best
The eyes of the tall stranger narrowed
He grinned like
Before black lives matter
After MLK died
We let them change our lives
Destroy us Little by little
Till we turned on each other
Mass incarceration
It
yeah)
Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
this statement
It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?
Gun c***ed, six
stack in the back pocket de mes black leather pants à la Marilyn Manson
J'ai marché vers le son, blinded by the lights
J'ai tout laissé derrière,
violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs
everybody, the boss, the manager
Yo, these are definetly the last days
Yo, here he comes with his gun, yo, duck, duck
Black Panther, yo, nobody's protected
everybody, the boss, the manager
Yo, these are definetly the last days
Yo, here he comes with his gun, yo, duck, duck
Black Panther, yo, nobody's protected
Black leather grove on my schedule
I need a Royce Guns n roses
Trip on the moon smoke under water
She ghat a blessing for a n***a
walk backwards
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
Didn't know by now better ask around town that I keep one rolled like a one wheeled scooter
Lanky ass n***a with the stanky pack, n***a
Murder horoscopes,
the block
Since black rose since kairi Chanel
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin fake n it’s easy to tell
I come from a city of doers
the sales man.
I flip shit like a fertilizer salesman.
See me. GT. All black leather. Black seats.
Black dash. Black gat in the G. C.
Something in
If You got guns (Yeah)
We pull tech's (What)
Shoot first leave yo brains on the headrest (N****)
It's all out war (Uh huh)
Who got next? (Unlawful)
And topped by a black leather vest
Somebody asked how he came by his name
And if he was one of the best.
The eyes of the tall stranger narrowed
He grinned
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore
Cole Younger was your first and the father
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore
Cole Younger was your first and the father
(what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
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