Lyrics:
weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live
don't think that I live right
Don't come round, if you don't like how I live life
Don't talk down, if you don't think that I live right
That I live right
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
a message for the world and I won't back out
So turn the key rash loud
I'm about to spazz out
Watch out, another nigga runnin' in the White House
But I
think
I'm walkin' around with some keys in my pocket or somethin'
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope
(Live my life as a thug
think
I'm walkin' around with some keys in my pocket or somethin'
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope
(Live my life as a thug
Can't diss me or my family tree
You'll get a shank in your chest
With my front door key
Box in the face with my back door key
Draw for the leng, kill
our lives looking left and
Right while we run our race
Then wonder why we're depressed and always
Finish shit in second place
Get up and get gone
You
back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
songs right there, Murders and Losfer Words, you
will not have heard anywhere else, even on the Live After Death offering, because it is not recorded
worry bout yuh mama G
Full black, Wallabee
Pull back, hammer we
Go anyweh go buss dem head nuh want a dolla, we
Not even time we haffi spend fi fuck
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
crowd on its feet
So we can set it off
I've got your back Salt you know I'm never soft
Yo where's your records at?
Right beside me
the King is back got no choice but to live with that cause
I'll be damned to be damned by these hams just because my skin is black
Black Black Black Black
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
don't wanna live or die by the gun
I ain't gotta be scared but, I ain't gotta run
From my mind, from you niggahs, everybody gonna shun
Try to fill
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
like the crowd laughed at Carrie
Black lives matter, true - I agree
But before all that we gotta have unity
This is when they know not to mess with
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