Lyrics:
they ain't ours
We got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
force like Boba Fett
Venomous saliva like I'm spittin' from a cobra's head
An acrobatic jack-o-lantern, I'm immaculate
Attack ya like the cackling jackal
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
No, hoe but
I've been through
You ain't never seen what I've seen
Street machines dat'll take off body parts, if you get caught
Slippin' in tha dark, by niggas dat
Brr
Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern
I'ma continue feastin', I ain't finished eatin' (facts)
Lemon squeeze'll
niggas ain't see 18
Tryna break the cogs of the machines
Till they took their final breath
On the floor, he bleeding, out
It's summer bloody season, uh
at you"
"Rhymes ricochet off the inner walls of my lungs
And go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns
"Whenever the head is severed
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
Dicegeist
Black Jack
Black Jack
Codeine by the ocean
Fuckin with those gas masks
Mixin up a potion
Main man I can
I'm in it to win it
If you wanna fuck with
a brother rich, it’s a fact like that
(ayy) act hard, but you broke
Like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop
Cause all I do is count stacks
(Take Take
thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma
nightmare on Elm Street
Ye ain't got your heart in the right place
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat?
Yeah, I put that on me
I got a gun
Pim se fokken lemonade Kauai en buzz no personality life in answering drugs
So klap jou fokken hande vir die moffies met guns
En kom siek Parow by die
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie.. Biggie..
back door him, that lil nigga ain't even gone notice
Mean I'm off the potion, mean I got machine gun focus
Better watch yo life lil niggas, it ain't no
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
loose as a goose they pussies to ice packs
Real life Jack, they can be white, black, nice, fat
Just need a crevice to put my pipe at
So when we bang
Sour simpletons want clout, as white as sauerkraut n shit
I paint illicit lyrics in the walls of where the guns pop
Where niggas'll jump you and fuckin
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