Lyrics:
Don’t Shoot
Ho Ho
Don’t shoot
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
I’m chasing this dream
While
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
nobody was mentioning Lee
Now I’m a blessing oh I got the key
Run me my digits and please let me be
I’m trynna flex run up some numbers then run me a check
maybe I should run it back....wait, no, no no no no.
Maybe we'll do politics? You guys like politics? politics? you like that right?
[Politics]
Ritch
could blow your ear off
These newest black Polo Fatigues, tags to tear off
Them big black bottles of Don pass and share off
Then it's right back at it
Whoever walk straight through the flames is not afraid
Never livin by sight, by my faith I'm not afraid
Intelligent black full of rage I'm not afraid
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws lived by the side
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
took me over to the other side
Got me over in a wish of life
Don't know what happened but I am now
Taken by the force
I can't take it back (mh take it
of the world
Only to God we hail
And this money we spend it
We spend it, it's the root of e-vil
But these black millionaires will
Live and survive we will stay
on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats coverin'
on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats
live says you ain't a Brit
They're deportin' our people and it makes me sick
'Cause they were broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like
lemons
Denied by my kind, but I'm still grinning
Maybe I should have been more collusive
I love Black Lives but I'm too inclusive
Bet this won't get many
the gang rich
All black jag with top back
Hater real mad can't cop that
Broke boy 'round don't allow that
Smart with the money can't buy that
The way that
Whole squad getting money this is love this love
Look we live by the motto
Run it
Run it
Run it up
Transplants got the city on smash
See them gangs
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
the grilling of the sun
Motivated by the Visions on my ceiling
Designated by the killer of demons
It's right in front of me
I hold the lock and key
Thought you
mind's about
Never dies out
3am never tires out
I do not sleep at night
I hate the light
People live there in plain sight
That's not right
No no my mind
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