Lyrics:
you apart
Have Faith in your God
Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black Clarion,
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips, shoot
Guess what? I'm rich
Two bitches, and a coupe
One black, one white
So much money, I don't know what to buy
So many bitches, and a couple of them bi
long
Taking it step by step
Two foot front no right no left
Taking it step by step
Got no heart can't do no theft
I shoot at the opps and shit
Play me
Maybe play this beat for you, when that part drop
Maybe I can make a seat for you by that hard knock
I ain’t really weak for you, but my feelings strong
torches
In their chariots like
"Don't listen to Jay-Z that
Supports the terrorists!"
You gotta understand people Iraq is strong
They got 2 headed soldiers
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
no groupie lil bitch in this two-seater with a boujee lil bitch
Been in the block with my tooly on grip
I got niggas who might go and shoot up your
by strong black women
Raising two to know what's fair
But when a black woman dies
It's like nobody even cares
That was was somebody's lover
That was
a Porsche Box, stashbox, got a new Glock
In a shoot-out with anybody that you got
45, no lie, no problem
If he got his jewels on, I'm a Black Rob him
Nigga,
Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
You get sent
bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around
my pants it ain’t no stock in it
Popped a nigga top lips sealed it’s anonymous
& the glizzy black like kodak it be flocking shit
Iced out nigga with
you apart
Have Faith in your God
Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black Clarion,
razors
I hop in to spin out; I'm the opposite of H2O
So in the year two thousand, the lights would a never went out
Plus I rock ice, it drips on my
that, it was a living cesspool
We got get on our shit like nats do
Police's be on my tip like hats do
But I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by
I: Out of the Portal (Instrumental)
II: The Confrontation
Greetings you confused, desperate, near-death person
Fear not, your condition will not
Got my bomb in my hand, Taliban, yeah
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Cut my crack with my nail, weigh the bale without
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
ain't kidding
If you want it, you can get it
Members of the rage, come and get you some
Next step's out the jet from the lean back (ow)
Running 'round
ain't kidding
If you want it, you can get it
Members of the rage, come and get you some
Next step's out the jet from the lean back (ow)
Running 'round
Rell, it's the new religion
Smack ya girl, pop two in her, triple vision
Hook 2x
Cam'ron:
That's two and out, let's go Dennis, you movin' slow Dennis
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