Lyrics:
If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will
No one's going to fucking tell me jack
But can you rely on anyone in this world?
No,
The devil wants my demised
Jim Crow is well and alive
Truth has been tossed to the side
Like I am three-fifths of that guy
Don't even Bill him
the bills get paid
The motive in the section of greed
Diseased by the race where the beat plays
The rat and the tail
How many tries till the point is made
How
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
dollar bill, got that London Fog out the back paid the man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be under
late
3 days in a row, better sharpen up"
Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday
Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could
day
Whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-headin' on over the hills
Where the Injun arrows are thicker than
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
done been slam dunked on ya
You did a lot better on the corner
Cause I can tell by your game, you ain't a baller uh
I done be shot the three
for hire
Click caps to pay bills
For this young G
Steps back and kill at will
I ain't playing with your
No game, the shit's real
So I hits the blocks
one two, one two three four
Hey, change is coming your way it's inevitable so you take each day by day
Do you preach what you say let me help you
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
your car, and your kids
cll because of something that You've never did
But One day this manipulation will be squashed by the truth
So you keep
Announcement 1 (track 1)
"It has been rumored that a new People's Army has been formed by a certain
'Commander Black'. A few minor incidents
He said I got here
On $ three and a dream
Put his guitar in his car
And his future he could see
I know it's not much
But it's all I'll ever need
Just
than a man
Here I go with these questions again
I'm impressing perfection flexing a pen
My god y'all get a pen and try hard
I know I'm the best by far
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
to (Who runs this?)
All my powerful women working nine to five
Two, three jobs just to survive
All my powerful women
No man at home
Raising all
Such a shame
Spending hundred dollar bills, I can't even feel the thrill
I was really just a youngen getting high, popping pills
Smoking OG, with my
to stand by?
A good girl beat a bad bitch by a landslide
They'll never know about your life
Through a three minute song
So when you gotta tell 'em leave ya
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
is you at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It's just a lullaby
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