Lyrics:
a exchange dem engine oil
Lead, you a lead the whole of dem by a mile
That's why the Mad Cobra smile well
Done wife, you no watch mate
Gyal pot right yah now
di ditch) get up!
(New York uno better respect 2PAC) outlaw!
(an di yute Big, dem proud to be black)
Thug Life! to die
(Jealousy some of them act
bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half
Me and my crew, we're the wickedest ting
New talk on road, the wickedest ting
The weed that we smoke, the wickedest ting
Gal dem know it's,
a cause
Babylon tings dem
Babylon tings dem
Babylon burn to de ground
Oh-oh
I and I
Wan' fi see us grow
But oh
Its clear you want that too
I know you want
fade away
Digging down dem grave i have to say
Ababa Jahoy is my Jah
Another religion mi no bow
Where is the Black Man God
The one who want i to rise
You greet dem with a smile dem a wonder a wha sweet you
Meditation high, negativity beneath you
Stand up side by side on our own two feet
Like his
the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
MY ZONE AT ANY TIME OF THE NIGHT
FUELED BY AN AMBITION I STRIVE
TO REIGN UNTIL I TOUCH THE FINISH LINE AND NOW,
WE AIN’T ROLL WITH GATS
WE
calling
Bredren, sistren
It's time you look within
Got to give thanks
And keep on pushing
Rastafari burn dem down
Through di word
And the power of sound
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
Stutterin' givin' 'em rest and makin' love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterin'
I'm getting this nigga in
can't run
Man a man me can't body me son take away another's life man man dem tings can't run
What happened to the situation black man burn up by another
the dungeon for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to burn 'em
wanna be a part of the team
Watching the game and get flipped
Drown em with the wave when I park the whip
All dem go insane when I park the whip
All dis
bagger chat.
Blaze it blazing like pepper pot.
The earth is the lord and the fullness thereof and thereof nyah black.
And burn animosity, bun the war
heart into a rock
My shit like cement
Gave da bitch my bitch semen
Now she happy she ain bleeding
Pulled up at the red light
Wit dem red lights niggas
big in all black so they calling me Shaq
Taking that trip and I'm making it back
Die for the gang but I live by the strap
You fiending for titties then
Wer dem go dey worship my penis
cm in a black hole black hole
Black hole black hole
Black hole
But I get vigor pass Hercules
cs my tin dey rise like
men
Drowned in the gully dem
Babylon by bus
Babylon can't trust
Babylon gon' burn
Babylon gon' fall
Babylon gon' burn
Babylon gon' crawl
Gut us from
Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat, a bookworm, shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks,
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