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myself, so indeed I got spiteful
Neglecting my health, telling tales like a child
You need to recognise and know when to stand up
Man up, wash out all
stamps
Projects' like boot camps
Wit generals cookin' chemical warfare
Ki's to a mayor, I ain't seen ya ass in four years
The law bears down
of raw doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to format
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
I don't want police reform I don't what no police
I wanna be free from armed agents in the streets
Try to stop a nigga make us pay a living fee
greatly successful, she decided to buy a restaurant in the United states of America; and immediately made the first child (unborn at that time) the owner
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
system
No it's not all judicial the law is up hold by criminals
Formed by bigots lynching to insure there's no revolting issue
I'm calling you all all
At a Delaware, Ohio home
October 4th, it was
Rutherford B. Hayes was born
The fourth child of Sophia's
After school, he attended Kenyon College in
Time of great reform is on my mind
When freedom spoke it broke the law
They turned off the camera when we went to war
They don't want to show the reasons
crossed out (they get crossed out)
I wasn’t shit back in the day look I’m a boss now (bitch I’m a boss now)
Daddy gone mama died I’m a lost child
Nario
to keep us out the street
In the projects, the water cold at least three days out the week
This real talk, I done seen some shit wake you out your sleep
and I'm 5 years old
Words I don't know now I do what I'm told
Cleanse the child's brain
Makin the mind safe and sane
For the hypocrites rhetoric and now
to a thorn
Beauty know perfection like a child know the law
And I advise you heed these words enlightened and forewarned
Truth in what you are an oath of life
him cause he didn't pay child support for his son
Shot him cause he had a gun
Shot him cause he tried to run
To be honest I shot him just because
Black
Project buildings hurt my feelings
Growing up in the projects
Leaky siblings crazy siblings
I never had a budget
Thieves in law no Pulitzer
I`ve
the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me,
on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death
Yo the saga begins beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
better than sacrifice
The significance to a child's mind, stay intertwined
Never turn a Blind Eye to hard questions
God bless them, especially depending
the ghetto without liquor stores and keys to sell?
Dice games, hubcaps, running from laws, jumping the gates,
man I can't picture the ghetto without Cutlasses
the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
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