Lyrics:
on!
No, turn it off now!
No, this is the, I want to listen to it, okay?
You've got things to do tomorrow
Yeah, right
Too late? Sure
Eat this
the ratchets, going bat shit
Whoa, virus got me fired from a higher place
I done grinded all my life just to get erased
Angry but I really didn't have no time
hard
Competing wit me you ain't get far
No you cannot ride wit a black star
Black star
Black star
They hating they call me a show off
I know that they
artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she
of that shit matters)
Ouu, even before & after (None of that shit matters)
We still caught up in all this what, caught up in all this what
Black people
but I still want mo'
Tde generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect
all I think of
Life number 2
5 years old
Hit by a car
Rolled down a driveway
No way
I'm going to school
Lookin like Freddy Kruger today
Shit how I
dollar CAP
Bitch I plot to make a milly Uh
Ion fuck with nothing silly Uh
Fuck you and your pity Uh
All you ever say is gimme
Pass by me with that bullshit
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Tonight
Hee
But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White
Ooo...
They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had
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want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone.
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
People talk, it's just word of mouth
No, it ain't nothing to me
You talking loud 'cause I'm not around
Yeah, that's something to see
Say I
on
Yeah, I got like a million opinions up in my ear don't get me wrong
All fade away can't tell me none
I'm just a boy and I do not know nothing
Whole world
to school from
and don't let the pain that i touch he feel
and don't let him trust no snakes that's real
[Chorus 2X]
black rain black rain
don't
about which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs
Black TEC on the table, Mag .44
with me
I been Michael Phelps with the flow I mean truthfully
Moving by myself I'm alone like the wolverine
Wait woah
Saif she wasn't into black
She's just a girl who claims
That I am the one
But the kid is not my son, hoo!
She says I am the one (Oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son
(Hee hee hee, no
I don't need no shooter, nigga
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
One gunman
(a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
I just dress in all black with my
tyin' them
Ain't no point in tryin' these on, they know I'm buying 'em (big boy)
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
a different codec
You've no comprehension on my level yet
Hook:
None of them really like me and I don't really care
When I went through my struggle none
The grass is always greener
By the water
Them doodoo dreads
When you get cross the border
Gold teeth and black dickies
And some Jordans
They ask me where I
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
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