Lyrics:
mo' trial
Released on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
Will my development arrested by the government
Younga niggas strugglin', livin' life
LOCO....I wan you to rip it up for 'em, mon!
Tell us what it's all a-bout...rip it away from {?} bloodclots...
and do it for the westsyyyyde...
I do
find your way
So practise what you pray
Don't run away
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
I am dreaming in
it's real
Someone got shot, someone got away
Oh man, you're gonna pay
Someone got shot, someone got away
Be ready for the ricochet
In an imperfect
heat sparker the beef starter
Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'
(Bitch keep talkin')
Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney
While you eatin'
(Drive-bys) (drive-by)
(drive-by) (Drive-bys)
[MC Hawking]
Then silence hits the street like a bomb
An eerie calm like - the eye of the storm
Beneath
Well they moved away from the farms they did not own
To live happily ever after on a G.I. loan
The future was looking bright back in '62
'Neath
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
In pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground.
And she met my father
At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
as a token
Always eat ass first thing in the morning
Ooo
Pill bottle pill bottle Pill bottle
Ooo
Saved by the bell
Skip every class in school
Never read a book
tell you how much it hurts to write a verse
Of a curse that works thru saying the right words in
Order to justify her getting away with murder that
P. Diddy
what's going on
Jermaine Dupri
Tell me
P. Diddy
People dying
People crying
Lord help us
Bono
Mother, Mother
There's too many of you
P. Diddy:
Lord, help us
Jermaine Dupri:
Come on
Bono (of U2):
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Gwen Stefani (of No Doubt):
Oh, brother,
wanted to set a bomb in my mother's car next
Fuck
Yeah
That's how we do it
You can see it
In my mother fucking eyes
Smoking Ls to the face
Hope da pain go away
Yeah a lil nigga really be fried
May Twelfth Twenty Eighteen
Was
you spare the pain
And wash it all away
Cure the disease that is humanity
Put us down like dogs to protect yourself
Mother decay further
And we'll wait
down
Innovate with my day ones
On a new wave
Way away from
All these little dudes
Acting like they saying A-1
But they make something stupid
For their
has been mounted
Tacit voices of disagreement
Suppressed minds controlled by its mother
The greed of some was the bread of many for today and tomorrow
moves too much i need my heart and my gut
To move past the rut
And start talking again to decide
On whom to touch and whom to stay away from
Whom to trust
It's everyday with all the hate and if I could
I'd detonate a fucking bomb and blow away the opposition greatly
Yea we up now, and it's fuck next they
It's everyday with all the hate and if I could
I'd detonate a fucking bomb and blow away the opposition greatly
Yea we up now, and it's fuck next they
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
brain
Treat poison in your veins
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at
The twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad
laced by Troy
Fuck with Nore then you know
That you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for
Ya'll faggots and boys what!
I blaze bombs, nowadays it's
snuffed and crushed and bodies rotting in the dust
Documents hushed and brushed away
Bloody hands getting away with barbaric havoc on the planet
Sycophantic
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