Lyrics:
Hey, yo, well back on my South Side Jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear G and P finessin' tracks up
York dough
Don’t try to fuck with us, fuck the ops, you can’t play with us nigga
Real talk, don’t let me call up my nigga John Doe
Yeah, he want all
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Black Market bitch, it's crazy, the album's here
Right there, Black Market, Black Market
Walk with us, yeah, the album's here
Billy Sol, Billy Sol
Oh what have you done, charming Billy
You took almost every cent
From the US Government,
Which you spent on fertilizer, which is
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for
toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. Logo
I
boot, I don't care, I'm the new John Wayne
A slid a cart to my brother like Nintendo games
Or an MP3, a new TV, a hood CD
One, two, three, you can bet
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
My heart was warm with family love as I slipped into a chair
Beside my uncle john, my daughters 'cross the table there
I'd walked the docks in misty
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a
Bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut
and John hit the stage and we got that bitch so so stoopid LIT
KIRKO BANGZ you went ahead and canceled on us
I guess homie stopped with that drank in his
We hunt for it, we gone gun for it
Been in situations where we had to run forrest run
Won't do no running if they come for us
Never lackin, get it
in the falling rain
Don't throw out hour trash you're no hour this not the place
To slap a biker hell no you dead in the face
It not a race it
on the tech with something heavy on the neck
That foreign by my side
She the devil in a dress
Try to press me on the dice
I'm a press one through your chest
Just p's on my mind that's relevant
Yo pick up the call it's fame
Eh yo bro how's you know my name
Do you know who's fate
Yeah bro by chance how'd know
ain't even got a runner
The ho can be bad, she don't listen, I'm a palmer
I came in this shit by myself, I'm a loner
I'm runnin' up these digits, I'm
bitches back up
Nah you can't sit with us, and you can't sip with us
And you can't trip with us, you ain't trippy enough
Where's your sauce? Where's your
I was out in Powerleague Norbury in my North Face camo
In the rain, hail, sleet, with my football in a deadline
Scraping by on pennies, trying
parallel parked yea
But I'm moving on soon as I drop
Into a whole new space that's what set us apart
You can't stand the rain yea
My blessings they can't be
make a nigga take off rocket
Me and G5 steady wilding
Trying to catch us plenty bodies
Long live vet this shit a war
Swing that stick go hit his core
You
why they're by degrees poisoning us
And divide and conquering us in every nation
It's hexed but its a pretext to grab total global power and control
said I needed P's they
Tried to send me cunch
It's fucking real that
Them niggas think they're putting on
For you by buying chains
Try and send that gold
yours, Stan
P.S. we should be together too
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't
to the D A Rella
Come down S T double E the E in the V
Come down the P to the E P A
Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know?
Come down
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