Lyrics:
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
seen that blue car
Driving through our neighbourhood?
Have you seen that blue car
Driving through our neighbourhood?
Can't you see that this is more than
trynna touch the ceiling with My money
And I'm trynna feed the kids
Bernie Mac
Fuck them kids
Unless the little nigga need some Guidance
Like I once did
with one to hold the liver
Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew
Make kid visiouse look like Little Kid Blue
So battery had to be done to an HP
Simple
a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror, what did we see?
Fucking blue lights: L.A.P.D
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
close to you, turns me into your slave
Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you
So am I
to you, turns me into your slave
Come on
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just met me get next to you
Am I insane
Screaming black lives
Always by your side
Put down your fucking pride
We know what’s right
It look better when we’re all in the picture
What’s some
THE BLUES HAS GOT YOU BAD
Writers: Stacy Mitchhart, Darin James
Publishers: Stacy Mitchhart Publishing BMI, Laocean Publishing BMI
Lord is 3am,
fault lines, open wine
We fall flyin', nose line
Behind us a car is blindsided by a semi
Fallin', cascadin', golden gate totaled, spiralin', spiralin'
if i don't get the cash
Okay okay I want blue faces make them heavy
Roll a dutch
Pour my cup
Fill her guts
Hoe i'm ready yeah
Aye little shawty that's
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your
don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are getting
We hit that liquor store
By the county line
Whipped out a fake ID
I got from a friend of mine
We made our getaway
Due south to the gulf shore sand
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
First with your hands and then with your mouth.
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds.
I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.
this motherfuckin' game!
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
close to you, turns me into your slave
Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you
So am I
close to you, turns me into your slave
Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you
So am I
Real estate agents
Car dealers
Snort yowders work vacuum sealers
Buy from the stealers
Mind healers
Realer than your last fast cash wig peelers
I'm
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like
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