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Freedom, or death! Yusef, to the crossroad
I'm there!
[Brother J]
Walkin through the streets with a great war cry
Had enough and not another
(Intro Poem “Melvo G”)
Traumatized by what we visualize
It’s genocide
They gentrify
In fear of what a happen if we synthesize
Can’t Hypothesize when
and gimmicks
An image, they phone in for ten cents a minute
I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style
Would have niggas takin' it back but what about
finally did it
This will pay a note
Wouldn't lie, I'll die
Before I sell my soul
Lil brothers hype me up
They know all my songs
Mama rootin' for me
Ima
empty
Strangers on the street was blinded
By my attitude or should I say Nike?
Exercise no muscle, duffle bag full
Of deadstock
From the East
some shit look like the mothership
Now my little brother got my other whip
Havin' to return it back to me
Is exactly what he think the meanin'
I am The Enemy, Genevieve!
Takin' ya Lady, snatch her by her Remy weave
I let her leave cuz that pussy was heavenly
She give me top, but she isn't
could've happened differently and things wouldn't have been as bad as They seem
Maybe it was my inability to capture the humility
Pride be takin over caught
you think it's a spoof
Look at who dead
By the fed on the news
Don't need to know what to do
(Do it)
Do what you need when you do
(Do it)
You should
Ain't no comparing ya; dope as a bitch
I'm talking dog food; kibbles & bits
If it make money then it make sense
Heard that shit, went by that since
Work
to see
They tryna murk niggaz, but it's better him than me
They say ya live by the gun
Ya die by the gun
I'll be dumb not to be strapped when I ride
want to keep a brother buried and bald
Don't wear a toupee cause that's assimilation
Don't say it's okay that's oral masturbation
Hats offer
lyrics for ASCAP brothers that be housin
Splittin publishin gainin points rappin back again
My unique style and certain words, watch me make em
we bring the mob out
Fuck it bruh, Call out
Brothers never fall out
Cuz on my mama when we all connect shit we go all out
You other niggas, Call out
(Hello this is a prepaid collect call from Moosa) praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise my Lord (how it feel?)
Praise
the street shit
Still gotta eat shit
Whether it's right or it's wrong
It all depends on who you talk to or spit shit
[Chorus]
Life'll treat you cold through
thang
If you wanna do it then step
Your ass to the ring and bring on your boys
I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one
Hands flyin like bullets from a gun
I'm
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
All you players from coast to coast
You know I rock the most
My bank is thick but it's legal, so I boast
Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap
I'm
and everything that done made him
Jit can sell everything, he gon' get it gone
None by his side
Swear to God he would risk it all
And he don't got a name
He gon'
love is always love when we in God's arms
A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders
And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop
A message
streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
a purpose by just selling on the street
Now your probably judging this guy from head to feet
Little did you know that today he hasn't eat
Before all the talk
to a lesson
Takin' your head back to school
You don't know what you're missin'
And it's just another case that don't make it to the news (jordan)
Cause there's
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