Lyrics:
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
of the universe, galaxy and planets
Babylonians ecstatic moon the sinkin of Atlantis
(Be the one soul original black filled with melanin
Goin out like represent
same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Steeler logo in the back
We bangin' out, that Taylor Gang
Dub to your face, baby 'til you say my name
Don't get your clique served, so much black
style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em' like that therapy
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler
[Verse 1]
I'm goin
kno it matter mayne
All this harassment, brutality & batter'n
Takin' bro'z out & leavin' otha lives shatter'n
So this black-on-black, we need
to The Chronic
You got that good weed, breathe
And we can smoke a blunt a piece
She tryna smoke up all my weed
I told her roll up two of these
It got me
night
I look up 2 my mama
Strong black woman on her own
Work 2/3 jobs we was home on our own
Food on da table roof over our head
My mama played da daddy
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop,
'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in
pennies
The value of black life the cost of goin' to Wendy's
For a four-quarter burger, ended in murder
Fight for Breonna and the pain of her mother,
sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here
Beach
to the sky, let off a round
Cause can't no other man
Feel this black man's but another
With no dough, goin insane
Everyman has two lives, so there's two
New York, 'cause niggas talk about goin out of state
Money got an eighth, comin' back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too
Niggaz be trippin y'all
Really behind it,while we be whipping grinding, tryna move bricks by the times ten
All we know is Hustle (all we know is hustle)
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
I'm a blunt head
Police police want a nigga dead
But I'm not goin' out like that, black
I kick the actual facts in solar
Cold as a Polar Bear, I
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
Pulled it out and she trained to go
Bitch trippin', get 8 to 60
She'll stop predictin' my 84
My eyes red and my mass black
And that loud pack, the bitch
the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
[Chorus: x2]
(One, two, three, four)
I
flowin' on a positive trip
All nubians is welcome, male and female
I, wouldn't resort, to askin' for a passport
Love vibes rule so your black face is
Binghamton niggas
Everybody out of state gettin' that money
It's goin' to y'all baby
[Master P talking]
And all y'all thugs out there Down South
Y'all keep
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
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