Lyrics:
Charles
And God bless me if I'm tripping off award tours
Knowing Muhammad is my man, so what the cost cost?
The same era that skip you until you ghost
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
compete
My skills is way superb
Don't be fooled by what you see
Just listen to what you heard
The day that I'll die
I'll probably be immortalized
Cause imma
you
Get a customer, or an employee
Who thinks he's Charles
Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash
Their nose in jumps right into the floor
And there you are
The tepid sedative
Then a scream
Hold your placard up, cold and coffee cup
After go to a bar
Hand your flier out, must admire
How dedicated
[Intro]
What's goin on world?
It's Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
Ewa don't be proud
Ewa don't be proud, Olele's who you are
Ewa such a beautiful being (Bean)
But the path to your purpose too dark
Brown and proud
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
there by any means
I'ma keep chasing my dreams
We on the grind all the time
Yeah
Making hits up in the studio
You know we're at it again
Making tracks
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
think I'm funny 'cause I'm worldwide
Too many millions are the victims of a genocide
I'm going crazy, all I do is see and stand by
We're a victim
a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have a fucking staring contest
To all the step dads in here
Triple six kids got you motherfuck scared
Could be worse,
[Lil' Rob]
This is dedicated to the 6-1-9
These are the vatos that been, but now it's my time
To kick the beat's, move suavecito
To all you fine
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
the 23 of my city
Dismantle your position if you ever get the tripping
Look I’m so dedicated to my art likes it’s religious
Dreaming and writing bout my
Let me be on a mission to your heart
On a journey to your soul
Let me walk by your side
Let me be dedicated to your needs
Silent when you breathe,
I've just dedicated you again new romantic verse
Cuz you are my air, my sky, my star, my space, my universe
You're more than all I ever wanted
but perhaps it was for our safety.
ROSE
She's right. Charles and his mercenaries had completely overrun this area when we left.
HERSCHEL
By placing us
Multiply by Conceptz
Songwriters: LeRoy Charles Brown III a.k.a. Short Fuze a.k.a. Fuze
Shaquille Keith Brown a.k.a.
you got balls to test, then yo,
Push the button...
(Keith Murray)
Yo, push comes to shove, we rise above,
and stay dedicated to rap like Ghetto
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