Lyrics:
the blood that's in your veins
Jet black - We say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our
I’m with now
Ain’t no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life
of Beverly Beverly
[Lil Bing]
Two joints be smellay in my Cadi
Drivin badly ti Cali
Hastled by federalis
Drippin candy
Sippin brandy
Twenty inches look
shit
Lift off rounds and jet quick
This piece is gettin heated
Cause a rush, a stampedin
Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers
Chorus
Verse
a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better
Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
I know you jealous niggas, hate
and think
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
and they're heeding the call
He was named by the god of the Freehold
He was claimed by the blood of kings
As he took to the sky he was greatest of them all
CcOINEcDH
Composed by Leeson O'Keeffe, Marion Gray & Marie McCormack
Leeson plays ccoustic Guitar, Marion plays the Fiddle & Marie plays the Tin
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
a spokesperson for a generation
Within the same old fear of a Black planet
Twenty years of blood, sweat
No tears for fanatics
So damn it, if times is hard, time is
lyrics to move battleships
Blood brother ever since the slave ships
It doesn't matter who I am when I walk by
They still see me as a nigga whine I walk
man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
beaming toka 44 to the 254
58 niki rep MY 2 3 makes the cypher complete
From a JIT kwa rhymes i found the fountain of youth
With immortal techniques Kwa
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
by the future
I love his heritage
He is wise enough to know himself and judge accordantly
A wise mind know his body
But Tut is flawed
How he gon reply
to convince myself that I'm alive
And try to shake the clutches of my slumber
Out these crusty eyes
That Gypsy Blood runs black through all these scarred-up
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
and women losin blood for black grease
Oil - how could such a thing spoil
A whole nation and turn it up into a turmoil
Stealths wipin out every man's health
know the rest
(I'm tired of my black men
And my black women being shot
Being killed by the NYPD
I'm tired of it
I have three black men in my home
I'm
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good
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