Lyrics:
up and broken down
Gotta get myself back up again
Every other thought in my head
Yeah There all about us
Drowning in my sorrows
W Every single sip I
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get beat by seventeen wicked clowns
six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat em with two whips; with pieces of broken glass glued to it
Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I
Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah
So just abide by, what your ride by
Ebony
Woman, woman, woman
Beautiful woman
Yeah, can I flex?
Talk to my girls North, South, East to West
Talk about a skin tone, God knows
mistake
Times were hard and the game was rigged
For a single mother raising all of her kids
Left by the side for a cock-sucking bawd
God only knows how that
his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off,
It's just hip-hop hangin' in my head heavy
Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready
For the half" when we comin' with the action pack
On some
a jack-in-the-box,
One second I'm by the water, then I'm back on the block
VERSE 2:
It's a new dawn, heat flying, breddas keep iron,
In da street fighting, beefing
Feel like my heart's trying to tell me he can't take it anymore
Broken bottles of Henny, I woke up on the floor
I despise lies and the lies hurt
rough
All this stuff that you out in my head is killing me from the inside out, (Inside out)
You chose your east and I chose my south, (My south)
I gotta
Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk
Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope
Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip
So much damn resin it's
and empty-handed, feeling broken plus abandoned
But my bandage was my music, and writing all my wrongs
This shit I'm writing I can’t fix by writing out another song
I
(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
the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head
acres, way down in the south
I bet your daddy is so proud
You finally threw me out
He never liked me anyway
I'm just trying to get you out my head
It's
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy
years later got a thirty tier caper
To shoot up the scene and scheme
Plot, broken all down to two rounds of scotch
A pound means now and we too down
having Hispanics
Are cross-contaminated by Sephardi Jews the
Vermin share a Y-chromosome Haplogroup
Called Haplogroup G2b-M377
Scientific xenophobia will
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
real
I'ma give it to you straight like poppin' a pill
Before the south gotta deal, been swangin' big wheels
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Flippin' Benz,
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