Lyrics:
it's at
Bitch I'm looking for
Some mother fucking loyalty
Look bitch
Say you down and your
Ass gonna ride for me
Ride bitch ride bitch
Say you got my
Them mother fuckers think they Gone be reading my will
Until the metal box you reel steel
Them niggas the law they gone file a Appeal
Just follow your
the courtroom it's the trial of my brother James
He a comrade and 'cause that they gon' want him hanged
Threw James a pistol, put my rifle in the air
Said nobody
wrist's all froze
Champagne's in my glass
I'm surrounded by hoes
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit
think about my mother and my father dead,
They did everything for me use to make my bed.
Told me bed time stories how we hung from trees,
Injected us with
He/She would survive an atomic bomb.
He/She would survive the 3rd war world.
He/She would survive my mother in law.
But he/she cannot fall in love.
He/She
doesn't matter
As long as you continue to manipulate my hunger
I've had enough
Do you like laws that imprison those
Driven by the incision of injustice
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
means
Yuh I'm tryna by any means no Conway but imma machine
Not Kanye but I'm gonna scream
I'm like Kareem and Hakeem I'm out here living my dream
They
Maybe the color of my skin
Or the riches I ain't got
Mother-in law father-in law
They don't like me at all
My baby she really love me, oh yay
And really
I was born a house cat
By the slight of my mother's hand
I think I'm gonna stay home
I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live
to call the law
I had a little boo in the other hood
I used to go by her
House in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the wood
They had niggas on the block
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
mother-in-law (Phooey!)
Children by the dozen
In and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree
And cocunut (Don't rush me!)
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by
it's whatever if I'm dead
See a smile on my chopped off head
But while I'm breathing
I'll be coming after everybody
Naming names
First up Lebron James
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
will kiss me mother in law, fooe
Children by the dozen in and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree and coconut
Hurry up now
All day, all
will kiss me mother in law, fooe
Children by the dozen in and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree and coconut
Hurry up now
All day, all
real with my people
Never fucked with yall
Say fuck the law
Fuck the brauds
Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because
Way back in the woods
says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
[3rd verse]
For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
.jpg/300px-Marry_Waterson_and_Sandie_Shaw_(26699242216).jpg "Marry Waterson")
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