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You know you don't want it with me (look out for the tour)
You can talk but soon we gon' see (Anger Management)
You don't wanna bump heads with
to escape 'cause in this same place I'm not feeling so great
Surrounded by thoughts of these people that hate
With this day and age I'm not feeling so safe
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cause
I'm a n**** with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'Cause I'm scarin ya, wanted by America
(Ah-yo Cube man, they
a dumb bitch give me head
Let you know where I'm from bitch
The 8, posted by the gate
Before i ain't had money, I was straight
Ion fuck with none of ya'll
leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh,
a second
We're a force to be reckoned with
Count your lucky stars
We're black on black, it doesn't mean jack
Silence is pure, we attack more and more
Watch
Ah, me name is Jackie White and I'm foreman of the yard,
And ye don't mess with Jackie on this quayside.
Why I'm as hard as iron plate, woe betide
Sniffing out the lames, I came with co-signage
Flame, thrown by him my game, Kobe Bryant
If they don't know why, they can blame the flow
I ain't afraid
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
a different scheme
Seeking good apples hidden on bad trees
Wooed by that fruit unfit to eat
Madam Eve sat conceived with Adam's seed
"What a fool I was to let
make a killin'
C-Murder from No Limit
White people in my business
Black women give me kisses
With all these snitches, it ain't safe no more (no more)
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
steeples
Yo well I'm back, throwing flack out the Pontiac
I got a bone to pick with white picket cul de sacs
It's definition: wack, the no through, rode
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
fills with black stone
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
I should have known the red flag
Far away (There is red flag)
Enough with white lie (There is
wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin at pig sty
Be activatin that Lo-Jack
wasn't off a bean
Fuck a white bitch, yeah she put it on me
Break her back like KitKat, made the bitch scream
Get caught by the feds, wont say shit, nah
In
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became my sister
For a minute but then my lady started receivin' that snitch
By the nigga on tour
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
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