Lyrics:
mainstream, in the streets I'm relevant
This for my niggas that been locked
Up since Bush was the president
You gon' die broke and
Kids growin' up poor, nigga
Yesterday
I came across America
While clearing out the cupboard in the back room
Picked it up
Opened it at New York
Streets that hadn't been dusted
Yeah yeah yah yah
Yeah yeah yeah aye
I'm in the yo been getting shit done for real
These nigga plays game but they ain't for fun for real
Been
fuck around find out in time
I got a short fuse so if
By some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and
Your life gets destroyed
Got niggas
not hate this
By the power vested in me, and in the name of the United States Constitution
I hereby grant acquittal of the crime attempted murder
Clock is a ticking
Our deep help beliefs are threatened by heathens
Hippies and lefties are in the streets screamin
They've left a big crack in our glass
How to start a civil war, better yet
How to tax America, yeah yeah
Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic
All the money you
They kids act up in school, they see the principal
If our kids act up, we met at the municipal, it's criminal
How black kids are never seen as children
baby
Pimp cup, getting licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy
If its 2 tricks I want 80, these cool kids going crazy
You rocking with the most shady, keep
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
my niggas in charge of the chimney, who want smoke
New epiphany, shine like Tiffany's & blind with trickery
Muthafuckas must be kidding me flux
They will try and lock you up
Drag your name down through the mud
Afraid of all that you'll become
'Cause that's life here in America
So they
gone, as the years march on by
Like Nazis in Virgina, and some people can't pick a side
There's kids in camps, blood on your hands, rippin' apart families
gone, as the years march on by
Like Nazis in Virginia, and some people can't pick a side
There's kids in camps, blood on your hands, rippin' apart
rhymes that outshine tiffany’s symphonies
Only mention me in a convos with godly divinities
Niggas put the pen down
Cause I’m bowling the boldest bogus
So many memories
Yeah
When we was kids
I was like the shortest
Nigga in class and shit
I ain't grow
Till the ninth grade
When we was kids
The stupid
A kid tried to rob me and my friends with no gun
Told us to strip
I was the only one who would resist
First in my family to be diabetic
Surprise
My
Last Saturday morning I shut off the alarm
Drove out in the valley to old Dan Cook's farm
A sign on the fence post put up with one nail read 10 a.m.
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
I know him well, this man you applaud
Whose naiveté still sticks in my craw
We played in a band called Doe Re: Mack
My name is Terry but I go by Mack
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People
of Gaithersburg, and you'll never know
What it means for a kid in his teens and his entire team
To go from open mics to actually living they dreams
This a "thank
the mother of my kid's that I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If
fun of Chinee!
Sing the song, Rucka Rucka Ali!
Imma drop atom bombs on you white devils
China take over America in twenty-twelve (HA)
China is, very
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