Lyrics:
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, y'all niggas meet
Me by the motherfuckin'
The spot in like twenty minutes
Trap house doin' numbers, hey
Trap phone clickin',
the world with hate)
(We have never been more miserable)
(And the black man)
(Victims of a system that lies and torture)
(Incoming)
Yeah, God keep
wack, with bookbags, packed on your back
Video bop, my skin is black BET
Program your channels, your grandkids want to see me
Freakin status,
a plan and keep it neat (P Dog)
And check it out and make around and pick a rooftop (P Dog)
And get a spot where the view's hot, set up shop (P Dog)
the program then hear from the voter
I'm down around the end like my name was Lawrence Taylor
I'm down with a rat dat used to be a sailor
To funk or not
back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in
a plan and keep it neat (P Dog)
And check it out and make around and pick a rooftop (P Dog)
And get a spot where the view's hot, set up shop (P Dog)
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
Tick Tock
You know the routine after I
Fuck a bitch get blocked
Shit was to easy bitch was
Amazed by some Black Rock
750 for these Louis Swim shorts
Your
to your spot, what's the motion (Yeah)
I don't drink water I been sippin' on that potion (Potion)
And if you play then you get laid, That's on 4nem
I done
the Cadillac's on once I get back home
But there's the mobile plus the fax with my target profile
Yo, I blow up a church if I gotta
Orders from the top it don't
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
I'm sayin' Satan's saving spots in Hell
For those to buy just to resell it
And scalp it
"They can't help it
Anybody would
If they saw they could make
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot
J Edgar Hoover failed
The black messiah rise
Over packed cells and Jim crow spells
This is for the souls lost under the Amistad's sails
Activate my
A mogul not corrupted by
The socialist program
Like mobile motorolas
That encroach
With them ghost cams
They know your every move
But I'm the truth like
to try to try me
I'm a fuck around and catch a body
Scared of no man
Better get with the program
You thinking I'm slipping you niggas be tripping
Eyes open
Coolin' on the spot, got the card into the slot
I been maccin' for a lot, and I'm waitin' for a shot
Got the toolie' on the spot, weapon wheels
could bring cash money, food stamps, or we can swap
Stolen goods for a fat ass dum dum
I sweep the fiends off they feet like a broom
I rush to the spot
sightless and colourless, moving by program alone.
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's
doubt our reputation
Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing
Want twist us all in their black magic
Suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are
Black tape on the webcam
Pigs might spectate while I'm going ham
We supported and appreciate Snowden
Still not ready to vacate the program
In an era
to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was
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