Lyrics:
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Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
Take 'em up, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)
Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine a bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
You're
stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered
jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists hit
a long long time
But they can’t kill us all, no the light still shine
Better run better run better run
As fast as you can
Get a gun get a gun get a gun
dead in the eyes of the federal,
all this money is from a car, that I sold not too long ago,
When was it sunny, clouded by rain and the pain of my
some makers, no time for a neighbor
I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator
I'll do you a favor, and I'll do you a favor
'Cause if I do you a favor
with lime juice
An say god is love
Cause if yuh broke d next day
D shop keeper does trust
But dai long time ting boy
Dan
Dai long time ting
Eh
Dai long
right ahead
Of course you want all
Those fine words
Spoken after your dead
Don't let me stop you
Now that your time has come
But stick a fork in me
guns, lost so many of our black sons that died up
Under that black sun cuz they'll kill you dead for a cap gun
But we do it to ourselves tho, get into it
or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - D.C
I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red
dogs --- bitches
So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two
So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do
H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots
the dead's weight
We all grieve the same
But some are burdened to carry the dead's weight
I try to keep it together like I'm unfazed by what
I've been exposed
felt
Can't remember last time
I was proud of me
Can't remember when you
Took a part of me
Been so long ago
I can't feel my soul
But fuck it man
Imma get
Here we go
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were
Here we go
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were
deeper than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed all the cellphones tapped
Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yea they want a nigga dead
They envy my
And recopelando episodes by episode to bring this day to us And to seed them in your consiencia To passed the time and an changed many things Arisen An new singers
people protestin' in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here,
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
from the land of the dead
In your case, it's the land of the mentally dead
All of this happened to the God by the time he was twenty-eight
You
Just another one dead and gone (4 times)
Lights flashin guns blastin Nigger assassin
you askin how long Im lastin when a nigger be blasted
Negro means
Mm, um, yeah
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
mis penas
Me voy quitando la ropa
Me va cansando la guerra
Me matan sin que lo vea
Huyo hasta de la niebla
I just passed by
Long time no
I just passed
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