Lyrics:
Don't you know?
You're on in 5, kid
Make 'em squeal!
It's just one more villainous night
Sing your victims a lullaby
She pulls your trigger and it's
One, two, three, go!
You can't be saved
You've gone and dug your grave
And it's getting deeper by the minute
Well you had to turn your back
Armed with keys of brass and silver, keys so sharp with rage and hate
Fifteen minutes they've been walking, see them passing by three cars
Hidden by
throw)
They hate your boy cause he
Ripping up your track
I was gone for a minute but now I'm back
I never fall victim to the struggle
Keep your eyes
ears, I'm bring back the crack rock
Ya ol' lady telling me baby don't stop
Na
You's a joke, never payed attention to you, do the most
Hate 2 brag
A black man's true nature is peace
We ain't the animals the media would claim us to be
And we hate the police, not all, but some
Cause they treat us
tortured
By the space in the room
Only five minutes til it takes my life
Only five minutes til you take my life
Only five minutes til I take my life
Had you
tell by the drool
I'm getting money but what about you?
I make shit happen I do what I do
Real niggas only 2 Chainz cause it's true
Not everybody that
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
I got 'em
'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas
We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 revolver I bought for my partna, he
the ground
As well as several bullet holes in the victim's home
Then Saturday evening, a woman told police her car was hit
By bullets on Witsell Street
the plot would thicken
The root of all evil, only growth in his wishes
Started catching victim after victim by the ATM on Whitman
His pops was a one hit
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
at these losers then the system win...
forever be victims, of constant scams and thirsty politicians
benefiting from the knowledge that we lack,
you should
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
on the big white telephone,
I'll be back in a minute." Two hours later, poor bloke he was green. I got up, I felt terrible, I says "Yeah,
what's the matter
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
the law,
I'm makin' more money than I ever saw
But still, my nines what I'm alive by
I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by
But it's still kind
rappers
They come fast
But the show be 2 minutes
So I'm loaded
And holding protection
With no Plan B
I'm busting off all in your section
Rumor has it
I was
your Real Soul
I ain't got time for the lies
You gon play the victim role
I hate when you cry
Haven't seen JF in a minute
Yeah I miss those guys
Pulled
to account
Another victim of fear and hate
Who could ever forget the four minute mile
Roger Bannister achieved it in style
Its been broken so often since then
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Down at the edge, round by the corner
Not right away, not right away
Close to the edge, down by a river
Not right away, not right away
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