Lyrics:
FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!")
I grab the dice,
gone by the start of damn year 2
What a man to do?
When he lack knowledge
Taking out loans just to keep his car polished
Late payments got that boy
and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don't
Black rain...theres no chance 2 exscape it
You know how it seem like sometimes nothin but bad luck
It just won't go right that's the black rain
a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say
are too short
But the week is long
If I hit myself and it hurts
Am I weak or strong?
Ay, they call me trouble in the black
Call up the woman in
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods
Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah
Two fifties
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
imma get out the jam hoe
Choppa go BLAM no choppa go BLAT
Shoot at his mouth & his nose & his hat
2 shots can miss and just one can connect
Either way
to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black cotton (in God's eyes)
Nobody don't care
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
nigga Snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
you still strong
While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like
They take the heart and soul out
to say this
4th quarter and we down by two
You gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter and we down by two
Is you gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter
4th
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
why assassination of black men and women continue repeat
But this generation don't care 'bout no racist
They ready to die, eye for an eye
Two losses
to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black cotton (in God's eyes)
Nobody don't care
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
gets busy with mine
Spend quality time with my baby on the norm
But when it's time to get the nook, yo, I go on strong
Black, intelligent, wise
yeah)
Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater
us give us crack
Hella guns & state tax
We blow racks, niggas need 2 build
Strong together that's how I feel
Put the guns down, guns down
Wont shoot
to make a two time loser nigga go and reach for iron
Shoot 1st questions last blue shirts and a badge
Black lives don’t matter matter fact never have
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