Lyrics:
Gangstas ain't dead, it ain't over
Gangstas ain't dead, it ain't over
Gangstas don't die, just take a look at me
Black flag, definition of how a crook
not coming home
'Til he's dead, good and dead
Kill the beast
No, I won't let you do this
If you're not with us, you're against us
Bring
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Tell the hordes
I've come to save them all
Could their souls be dead
Or why can't I hear their words?
Goddess of time
Always by my side
Gimme all your fucking human rights
Surrond me
Drown me
Turns out all monsters live inside us
Mommy
You should be afraid of the dark
Really suggest you
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
First contestants fallin' down, flag covered up over the casket
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender, no cousin, no friend, no
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
'em like some grits, get the pot and get to stirrin' shit
You ridin' with lil' Anti so you better have your .30, bitch
Leavin' shit on stand by, swear
Solid, we pull up in stealth
Aint stepping on shit, Yea I know you gone tell
(Hop out a Wraith)
Yeah
Red Dead Redemptions, We out on a grudge
Cook in
and cough
Your skin's like a dead thing, dying
Your feet like pond weed, the rain falls like troops
Walk up the hill
Post pub trudge
Laugh to it
Live
Strawbs - The Young Pretender
Bring out your dead
The captain said
With no sense of remorse
The battle is not over
We must make a show of force
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
and half straight bastard
No mask when your flag get captured
First class, take you to the rap hereafter
Gone in a flash and yet he gets faster
Sick when
And now I can live again
Only by God though
This is way bigger than me G
Them man will see
Trust"
(God:
Good son
Almost
GO AGAIN)
the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out
my flag
I drop my sample up, and I drop your ass
Pull out and smash, just a youngsta bout his cash
I'm the first and I'm the last, I-K-E bring it bad
the ice out 'em
Superstar shit, smellin' like roses
Superstar dick, spread it like COVID
Flag red as fuck but I'm golden
Casket lit, was up and I closed
impress me with your raps, impress me by being dead
I'll be impressed when your bleeding red
'Cause at least you can say you done somethin' I haven't done
the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh
Like Buffalo Bill
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
down)
We be them motherfuckin' gravediggers
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave
We leave him slayed, nigga
It ain't a open casket, we left his
the type
Got a black lives matter sign on the front porch
Never had a black person in the house
Yeah, it's time to call 'em out
Virtue signal
I live
I say, "Fuck a T-K-O
I'm tryna fight to the death"
You could bring your whole set, all alone
I'm the best
I'mma kill you warming up, yeah
I
Old glory for a blanket
As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you
'Cause it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
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