Lyrics:
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
Better tell somebody you done glowed up all the way
I got a bad lil black bone
Kissin' on my cheeks
Could this be love
Who put out this heat
I can't be
forehead
Marrow flying go foreign
Empty the Bryco pon him
We ago live until we dead
We dawg dem train fi fling it inna head
Full dem up a copper,
their black suits and tighten up their ties
And try to qualify for the Cakewalk in the sky
It was Charlie Babbit who said it the best
If you could figure
Whatever you niggas up to I don't want in on it owhh daddy cool
Don't live by the book
Live by the code
New in this shit
Came into the game
Look at me now
help
Quiet but I'm humble
Focus on my hustle
Tighten up my muscles
Let's get ready to rumble
I'm just vibing by myself, I don't need nobody else
Tryna
the steel
Tighten up the circle til the Company
I keep is real
Back to the bank
I keep at it til i see a mil
Leavin skids all on the scene
I just push the key
vehicle
Hit Triple Six up on my Motorola portable
Keepin' it key low pro flow in the studio
Part time giggalo, rock a show to make some dough
Lord
want me to speak Treyvon
Keep surviving I'm reaching my
Hands up to the blacks
Hands up to the whites
Hands up to the Russians
Hands up to the Mexicans
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
wanna live longer
I'll be damned to be damned by these hams just because my skin is black
Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black
they do is destroy another school
Was shot up by some crazy white boy cops arrest him alive
But not if you black with a toy media push corrupt
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this form the tile up
written just by design
Focused up now my shots keep falling
Tighten up got no time for these losses
Knocked down won't give up still crawling
Determination
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
really haffi full up your dreams
You haffi create the world you waan live in
Unity is the thing that gives black people the key
Along with the teachings
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
Where were you
When I needed you the most you were only a ghost
Never Were Flesh
Left me alone head in a mess
I had to empty the nest
Tighten
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
the sun
We screaming black lives matter with no peace in our manner
And we can't get along to climb our own ladder
What's sadder that we argue to the sun
grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up
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