Lyrics:
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
was all wiped
For over 200 years that's how unfair was our life
Everything that you built brick by brick was by my people
All that work to put some food
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Of something powerful and real
We developed a kind of generalized anxiety
It was as if the thousands of years of
Feeling fear in the face of nature
Could not go
a white boy get tossed
Got 200 bullets, young 8-bit get mobbed
No, I am peaceful, I just want to walk
Run up on a 12 year old that boy get dropped
Empty yo'
else who might have been running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
high I’m nearly eye-less
Drive-by in my 200is
Highlight the tattoos on the bicep
Ride or Die in my 200is
Oh well
The Opel
Needs a nobel
I remember
sweet white rose
A few more desperate years gone by
He looks at white rose with wild eyes
A lot of lust and too much pride to wear what hides their sin
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
be
Shook to approach us
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Yeah, cop designer kicks like
They white forces (Cash)
Niggas kicked the homie door
He lost
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
of oxygen to say that”
“200 000 deaths from the virus”
“It is definitely not about Black Lives. And remember that when they come for you, and at this rate
put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got
Now I gotta to be rude you really look very stupid
Making these wild assumptions oh you went and
The boys screaming and hollering and making noise
of the brick going up"
Bought my crib straight cash
(Price of the brick went up)
Shawty wet I made a splash
(Price of the brick went up)
Bout 200 on the dash
to load the TEC with the magazine
Sure I was mean, but I still had a scheme
Seventeen years young, everything seemed fun
Still considered a veteran
like Kriss Kross
It took me three years to see how my walk
Did business, third party
Couldn't understand when my plug talk
These niggas kill me with this
6 years old on his first day of school, and emotions are running high
Mom and dad are left home home alone, as he bids his parents goodbye
The shiny
Disney style
This kids been wild
I'm just trying to keep things mild
Been spending most of all my days inside these white walls busy
Isolated animated
It's Corrupted
It's Corrupted
It's Corrupted
White power in America is getting lethal
200 years in a sequel
The system proves we're not level
Our
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