Lyrics:
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons, you don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons, you don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood
The percentage of Americans in the prison system
Prison system has doubled since 1985
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby, you and me
All research and successful drug policies show
that treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased while abolishing
mandatory minimum sentences
All research and successful drug policies show
That treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased while abolishing
Mandatory minimum sentences
Utilizing drugs to pay for
Secret wars around the world
Drugs are now your global policy
Now you police the globe
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood
Drug money is used to rig elections
And train brutal corporate sponsored
Dictators around the world
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby, you and me
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons, you don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons, you don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood
The percentage of Americans in the prison system
Prison system has doubled since 1985
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby, you and me
All research and successful drug policies show
that treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased while abolishing
mandatory minimum sentences
All research and successful drug policies show
That treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased while abolishing
Mandatory minimum sentences
Utilizing drugs to pay for
Secret wars around the world
Drugs are now your global policy
Now you police the globe
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood
Drug money is used to rig elections
And train brutal corporate sponsored
Dictators around the world
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me to live in
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and me
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby, you and me
Papa hit him, Mama kissed him
Made him go to Catechism
With the sisters in their black and white
And all the time those city streets
Were teaching him another kind of wisdom
When to run and when to fight
Up at the playground after school
Listening to tales of the prison system
And those lawless avenues
Dawn on a half darkened street
A child's footsteps repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues
Silent Joe went down so bad
He was the strongest fighter the avenues had
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging
Someone from some other part of town
No one even seen it coming down
And you don't hear no church bells ringing
And in the violent night the police light
Sweeps across the lots and the yards
Following those lawless avenues
Down on a half darkened street
Armies advance and retreat
And struggle to take control
From those lawless avenues
Manuelito's sister Rosa
Ran away with a surfer from Hermosa
Manuelito, cuida a Rosa
Hay mira como estan las cosas
(Manuelito take care of Rosa
Look at how things are)
But who could blame her after she saw
Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
Rosa es joven you solo quiere
Ver la belleza del mundo
(Rosa is young and only wants
To see the beauty of the world)
Manuel said
"You gotta fight for what you want in this life"
Just before they shipped him overseas to 'Nam
Otra guerra sin razon
Otra guerra sin fin, sin honor
(Another war without reason
Another war without end, without honor
And she was fighting to understand
When they shipped Manuelito's body home
All she heard was one more shot
Echoing down lawless avenues
Hoy amigo, tal igual como ayer
La lucha en el barrio no cambia
Nuestros hijos son los que han de crecer
Por ley de la calle, viviendo entre abrazos
Why chingazos
(Today my friend, just like yesterday
The struggle in the barrio doesn't change
Our children are the ones to grow up
By the law of the street
Living between hugs and blows)
Down on a half darkened street
Fathers' and sons' lives repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues
En el calor de la calle
(In the heat of the street)
Buscan valor en la calle
(Looking for valor in the street)
Hasta final de la calle
(Till the end of the street)
Meet me at the finish line bih
Pew
I say motherfuck you niggas for the hate that you investin'
Fuck police 'cause he probably wanna arrest me (check it out)
Fuck the prison system, this injustice was ingestive (slatt)
All black tuxes, get the white collars jealous like
All my role models either dead or in the pen
I had no choice to be the nigga that I am
Stuck with bros, stuck the code
'Cede emblem on the fender (yeah)
Couple fans in the hood I got no choice but to vent
Going in front to back
At events, fuckin' packed
With the hits back to back
Where the gas from the back
Gold on gold, platinum plaques
On the road after that (yeah)
She on a pole on a roll, make it clap, bring it back
Real bitches where you at?
Whether it be across the sea,
Kosovo,Baghdad,Korea
Or here at home, right under our fingertips
In new slavery prison systems
Holding one in four black American brothers
The one percent wealthy profiteering
From the business that is war
Yeah,go to war
God is watching us play our ghetto wars
God is watching us play our games
God is waiting for us to overcome
God is waiting for us to just love one another
Whether we be cracker or black or
Brown,red,yellow
From the land or sky or sea
We are family
Wake up and see
Our planet is a tiny atom in god's kingdom
It's our only home
A new millennium
Can we all just get along?
This is for my future baby mama
Hope your skin is black as midnight
I'll take you out that Honda
I can put you in a Benz
I can balance out your chakras
Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless
Our father art in heaven, as I pray for new McLarens
Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion
Everybody think they know me now
'Cause I'm chicken-checkin'
Negro, you are not my homie
How dare you think it's different
Boy, you trippin'
Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped
And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat
And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm trippin'
(Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me)
(Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me)
(Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me)
(Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie)
Boy I'm buoyant, we are
Floating on them peons
Go in 'til they take my bro'nem out them CDCRs
Prison system broken, racial war commotion
Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin'
We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office
Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started
The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects
So 'til they love my dark skin
Bitch I'm goin' all in
Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped
And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat
And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm trippin'
(Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me)
(Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me)
(Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me)
(Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie)
They found it
Depth close to 3,230 feet
A deep dive, but within acceptable range
Clap your hands if the police ever profiled
You ain't gotta worry, don't be scary 'cause we on now
Ain't no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now, we on now
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now
We on now
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
They want to build a prison
Another prison system
(For you and me to live in)
(For you and me to live in)
They want to build a prison
Another prison system
(For you and me to live in)
(For you and me to live in)
solcer life in battle romm
old time no happy go lery
okey bad system world
this is prison eco system
solcer life in battle romm
old time no happy go lery
okey bad system world
this is prison eco system
solcer life in battle romm
old time no happy go lery
okey bad system world
this is prison eco system
solcer life in battle romm
old time no happy go lery
okey bad system world
this is prison eco system
Niggas turn the house shoes steppin' on the back
Ashin' her cigarette in a brown paper bag
Smokin' joints, lauging tryna get the part straight
For ten, put your perm in, don't scratch all day
Hot cocoa stove put the food in the bowl
Say that's how many nights it was hard to keep goin'
Now I'm trapped in the trap
And the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Now I'm trapped in the trap
And the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
25 bucks, mama braid your hair
Sit on the porch she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights nigga that's how we was livin'
25 bucks, mama braid your hair
Sit on the porch she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights nigga that's how we was livin'
I'll not get old
If I dig with my knees, if I grind on my teeth
I know from the attic of me
To the bottom of cleats
From the wayward it seeds
Iverson zig zags, goodnight fast food
If you really ballin', mommy cop Chinese food
If you really wonder why these people got issues
'Cause the rent owed and these fuckin' lights due
On her knees at night,pray a miracle come through
Daddy shootin' Craps tryna win a pair of shoes
I been growin' my hair 'bout to let mommy twist it
Out wildin' with my friends even got myself a biscuit
Homie momma smokin' with nothin' to lose
Now he stashin' cracks in some hundred dollar shoes
Sittin' at his crib, smokin' Swishers, gettin' faded
Told me hit my mommy up 'cause he tryna get braided
What we gon' do see the local dope man
See if we can put some money in our hand
Same one jump me, the same one front me
'Cause I'm tired of seein' my family fucked up and hungry
Now I'm trapped in the trap
And the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Now I'm trapped in the trap
And the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
25 bucks, mama braid your hair
Sit on the porch she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights nigga that's how we was livin'
25 bucks, mama braid your hair
Sit on the porch she'll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights nigga that's how we was livin'
Yeah (Ooh, LOU WILL)
Tuh big Tuh (FCB)
I told her let that Big Tuh (Tuh, tuh)
She said let that Big Tuh (Tuh)
Now throw it
One hundred in the moment
Never cross my mind again
Come to another stand and never
Cross that line again
Name is Louis Will, but I'm from Memphis
Tenn where makin' easy money pimpin'
Hoes is serious biz speakin' of a bid
I can't say that's somethin' I fear
But if you threaten the kid
La familia will sit
In penitentiaries, prison system
Other brothers Crips
Basically, I'm tellin' you Big Tuh
Gon' hit the lick
I told her let that Big Tuh (Tuh, tuh)
She said
Lеt that Big Tuh (I got you, Lou, tuh, Tony)
Now throw it
Quarantining, scheming
I relapsed and startеd leaning (Leaning)
Shawty want my semen, so I said
"You gotta stream it" (Stream it)
Wrap my Lamborghini
Shootin' craps in the casini (Woo)
Know lil' Hott a demon
Seen him pull up in a Demon
And that Sleepy Rose, man
You better not sleep on holmes
(Don't sleep on holmes)
Kickin' it with Worl
I ain't talkin' about no globe
(Talkin' about no globe)
I just FaceTimed Skooly
He was singin' to some hoes (Skatin')
Tony gettin' rich and I ain't
Gotta do no shows (Tony)
She gon' bust it down for
Some players in the league (Tony)
She already hit a couple players on the team
(She did) i came to the party just to leave
(Just to leave, yeah)
I inhaled some exotic just to breathe
(Just to breathe, yeah)
I told her let that Big Tuh (Tuh, tuh)
She said let that Big Tuh (Tuh, okay)
Now throw it
Uh, I wanna rock all the time
She wanna fuck all the time
Make love all the time
She wanna fuck on your slime
She wanna fuck on your vibe
'Cause numbers don't lie
She know I'm one of a kind
She know I'm top of the line
In front of the line
She know I keep one on the side
Then I make the one multiply
'Cause numbers don't lie
She's tryna fuck on the low
I'm tryna fuck on the high
We fuck all the time
Yeah, she's tryna fuck on the blow
I'm tryna fuck in the sky what is your type?
The prison system, inherently unjust and inhumane
Is the ultimate expression of injustice
And inhumanity in the society at large.
You fuckin' up the game
I know you bitch's name
Uncle Tone man nigga
(Man nigga)
Uncle Tone man nigga
(Tone man nigga)
Uncle Tone
You know what you done
Uncle Tone man nigga
You ain't nothin' but a motherfucker, Uncle Tone
(Motherfucker)
Uncle Tone man
If you can't beat 'im out
Then he a fair play
(Program)
The way you think it move here
Real slave
No dude wanna be a cracker so badly
Thought he was in good
With a good family
Had a baby he neglected
Hair too nappy, tangled
Shoulda found your way
I see them bitches
They pitiful
(Pitiful)
Officer, you remember though
Callin' me a nigga
Right in front of cracker
Let me know
You ain't got a tap a nigga
In ya no more
Black, little ho
Uncle Tone man nigga
(Man nigga)
Uncle Tone man nigga
(Tone man nigga)
Uh, Uncle Tone
Bitch, you know what you need
Uncle Tone man nigga
You ain't nothin' but a motherfucker
Uncle Tone
(Uncle Tone)
Uncle Tone man nigga
(Tone man nigga)
It's that motherfuckin' black man
Who turn into your worst enemy
When the white man come out
It's that motherfucker
When the white man come around
He change the way he talk
That's that motherfucker who
In jail, beat yo ass down
With them baton
To get promoted by the white man
Then when the white man fuck up
He set the black man up
And get him rolled out back
Uncle Tone man nigga
Good for ya nigga
Good for ya
Tone man nigga
In the prison system
They goin' to work for us
Uncle Tone man nigga
They in the military
Uncle Tone man nigga
They in the school system
Uncle, Uncle Tone man nigga
He trynna get us all
They want cases up, they trynna send us off
Head me upstate, working all up out the yard
Taskforce Tuesday
Watch out where the cars at
Tell my youngin watch out
For the molly, booze, and
Taskforce swinging through the jungle
Like they Tarzan slowing down
Staring at me like they see the market
I pulled out the stack pack
Trynna bring a stack back
Break it down, headed up
Run through it like a
Flip it once, flip it twice
Then put it where my stash at
Tipee say he got a lick and
I say where the cash at
And I'mma bring my ladder out of storage
Where my men at
He say he got twenty keys and
We gonna go and grab that
Interception, that's a touchdown
We was fucked up, but we up now
They say money make the world spin
I'm at the Louis store
Spending like a whirlwind
Put ya AR crying about a girlfriend
I'd rather get the Pyrex and drop girl in
I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay
I was sitting in jail for a short stay
Let a nigga show up on court day
I'mma show 'em the moon in broad day
AK, street sweep, no dustpan
Cut grams, play the corner like the cut man
I left school and used to
Hang in the hooky house
I dropped powder in water and
Pulled a cookie out
Big money, gotta account for three days
White girl, I make her drop like D wade
Purp wind, Sour D or the P Haze
I had a girl telling me I got three legs
The way we got them pies in
Nothing with this grinding
Take it to the kitchen
Find a flame and get to frying
Grab the sixty-two
Got a point they grip the nine
Scratch my head
Look at my man like yo we grinding
Used to play the crib
Now we block it like a line
Raised from the street where them
Coppers wait in line
My boys ain't doing great
But they doing kinda fine
They or they ain't
Never stuck up in the line man
Heard about them niggas
How they sing like Frankie Lineman
Crying like my bitches
Used to nickel now I dime shit
Niggas want me fail like
The prison system jail
When we vision all whipping all
Till I'm in a cell i got niggas pushing Ls
Cause a nigga took an L
On the pill, hope he win
Come home bringing hell
Get the orders from the kitchen then
I sit it on the scale
Break it down, take the orders
Then we send it like it's mail
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
For you and me!
For you and me!
I was talking to someone the other day
I make my music basically for people in the system
In the prison system and kids in college
Because they got nothing but time to listen to it
Tough guy
Puffing out your chest
Tough guy
Puffing out your chest
Who's next
Who's next
Your discretion
Fill the prisons
Feed the system
Clock in, check out
Apathy in the trough
Turning pink then red
I watched you kill a man
Turning tides
Til oppressed
Hunt with pride
Laser sights
Fill them up
Your control
Prison systems
Leak gold
Who's next
Who's next
Your discretion
Fill the prisons
Clock in, check out
It's final fantasy seven
Might get sent back to the heavens
Never harm me, no weapons
Shall ever prosper, I'm stepping
Right over prison systems
Still sweating
In the same old kitchen
I'm Morpheus up in the matrix
You always never walk when you say this
I move super saiyan, u see what I'm saying?
We need ta paint a betta picture
Prison systems getting bigga
Help our youth to see it clearer,
So damn hard i change my ways
Sellin dope n pushing weight
In he end it never pays
Mind controled got in a haze
Hittin the gas n swtichin up lanes
We stay higher than the planes
Never went soft stay wit them thangs,
Cops runnin around here actin like gangs
Get shot down or thrown in chains,
Whats going on with our youth today
Endin up dead or gettin locked away
There's gotta be an easier way
Lets bow our heads n begin to pray,
I give god thanks for this gift
All ya haters i hope youre pissed,
We feel the energy startin to shift
Wasnt ridin wit me get off my dick
Go ahead tho and bust that lick,
Yea ya thought cha ass was slick
Built these pockets brick by brick,
Did my best stayin off the grid
Couldnt even sleep in my own crib
Because all the dumb shit that i did,
Tekashi thinks its cool ta snitch
Back in my day end up inna ditch
Cops tried ta get me i gave em the slip
Always stay humble fuck bein rich,
We need ta paint a betta picture
Prison systems getting bigga
Help our youth to see it clearer,
So damn hard i change my ways
Sellin dope n pushing weight
In the end it never pays
Mind control got ya in a haze
Wheels are spinnin
The time is changin,
Im so on point
Dont need no aiming
Learn as i go
Dont need no training,
Lifes gettin hard its
Really straining
Need to stand up and
Stop complaining
Yea stop complainin,
I've been sent here to
Spit the truth
How many gods
Are we gonna lose
Smokin deads ops
Yea whats that prove,
Time ta stand together
And make a truce
Our numbers dont
Need ta be reduced
Nah i aint pac
But i keep that juice
Got this shit locked
Not lettin loose
We need ta paint a betta picture
Prison systems getting bigga
Help our youth to see it clearer,
So damn hard i change my ways
Sellin dope n pushing weight
In the end it never pays
Mind control got ya in a haze
Full scale simulation
Of a prison system,
Reoccuring congregation
Of suspended feeding
Mixed with images of those who
Are the heart of the problem
Mixed with praises for those who
Are the heart of the problem
Steady sideways movement
Is a clock counting out
Yellow-on-green markets,
Constantly coiling back
Besieged by politics of those who
Are the heart of the problem
Mixed with praises for those who
Are the heart of the problem
Death,
Repetition
National sleep of grief
Objects
Of desire
And total absence,
Impenetrable muteness,
Failed feeding of the masses
Be it endless summer
Or a death in winter
Take a look and you will see
This world was not built for you and me
Corrupt kingdom
Souls sickened in a
Corrupt kingdom
Souls wicked
And a population drowned in dreams
It's not what it seems
Disillusioned, in a prison system
Of reality
A product of malevolent design
Turns conscious into the blind leading the blind
Pacified societies under false pieties
Parading liars cast out messiahs
This is a living nightmare
I just want it all to disappear
This is a living nightmare
Please just wake me up
Take a look and you will see
This world wasn't built for you or me
Corrupt kingdom
Souls sickened
Corrupt kingdom
Souls wicked
A population drowned in dreams
It's not what it seems
Disillusioned, in a prison system
Of reality under Tyranny and deceit
Now you'll burn
In the flames of repentance
Take your life, an eternal sentence
Now I see everything you've been hiding from me
From the start, you've been deceiving
For this you'll burn
Take a look and you will see
This world wasn't built for you or me
Everything will cease to exist
Even god won't be able to resist
Even god won't be able to resist
Everything will cease to exist
Even god won't be able to resist
The end of his fucking existence
The end has come for them
And it begins with you and me
Burn this fucking world
Burn
Burn this fucking world to the ground
This is the fucking end
Take a look and you will see
This world was not built for you and me
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
I put the piece on chain, I did that shit for the haters
Made in the image of greatness, I got that there from my maker
Skipped over the minor leagues and took that shit to the majors
Fuck all that salt they was tossing, Scott got pretty of flavor
I'm on my shine like a chrome grill when the sun's out like gold spill
That plate on the time machine that sat on some chrome wheels
For all of them busters that's faking front like they for the cause
Blocking the shots you taking cuz' they know you bout to ball out on these hoes
King Tut with the gold stacking all on the low
Prison system enrolled, big time hope that you choke
All that bullshit that they serving
I come from where you whip it in the kitchen til' it's twerking out the pot
Put my faith in God even when it's dark I won't stop
Flip them high beams on, hit the gas to the top
I got love for my people, they got love for me
I know my power and my worth and they bullshit free
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
I put that house on the hill just to startle the neighbors
Pull up, subwoofers still quaking
Let it be known that I made it
From the box that they put me in because of my Nubian skin
Now, I roller-skate in cul-de-sacs on twenty twen twens
Oh Lord, there goes the neighborhood
I'm whipping and dipping, the law won't stop me, but wish they could
But, the tag hood, digi dash good, nothing wrong here
Big Bank, fuck what you think, I belong here on these
Hoes, ain't nuthin' stopping me on my mission
Set my team up, raise my wring up if you play our position
Out the park when I swing, it don't matter who pitching
Reuben Miles under lights, hater this God-given
I can't wait on the government, got to do it myself
Stack all my chips up, never gon' slip-up in case my folks need some help
I got love for my people, the got love for me
I know my power and my worth and they bullshit free
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
Everybody, everybody, get your glow on
The homie screaming fuck the police until one of dead
Or they end up in a prison system stuck in the feds
These days people running 'round with one in the head
Killing people legally, lie and say they were scared
Another person dead, another one of us gone
Another melanin child went out and didn't come home
Wonder if them people gone ever leave us alone
All this blood being shed I know our spirits live on
In this country we should be the scared ones, but we end up the dead ones
Bible say it's heaven that we fell from, well how we get back
Melanated children, how we get black
Labeled by people that hate us in fact, and we accept it
Brown bodies left breathless, biological weapons
Targeting our neighbors brown people in every section of the world
Kill us with food they kill us with news
They paint us as fools and paint us as goons
The system ain't your friend they want us domesticated
Brain dead misinformed and uneducated
Propaganda with this classism keeps us separated
Keeps us on devices the monies in information
And we really all native to this land that has been taken
Through underhanded demonstrations, genocide on our nation
They can't kill us fast enough with sin or the pen
So they finding other ways do us in so the homies screaming
The homie screaming fuck the police until one of dead
Or they end up in a prison system stuck in the feds
These days people running 'round with one in the head
Killing people legally, lie and say they were scared
Another person dead, another one of us gone
Another melanin child went out and didn't come home
Wonder if them people gone ever leave us alone
All this blood being shed I know our spirits live on
Lets give a moment of silence for the fallen soldiers
We are prosperous, we have overcome
Ase, Ase, Ase
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
They found your ass misplaced, with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never seen me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga, fuck the world
And that's what separate the geto boys from girls, come on
5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom
I beat a niggas ass, if I didn't, I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang
Even if you're facin' 20 years, you never rat
You do your time and you come on back
And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom
Them bitches tongues come unfurled
But that's what separated the ghetto boys from girls, come on
I bet you often wonder how niggas survived in the drought
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death
While other motherfuckers counted up the ki's yous left
Kind of strange how the game it took a change for the worse
Split the brain, get the cain, get back to your turf
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
'Cause if the word get out you killed him, then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
But these niggas on some other shit like double your pay
And gives a fuck about respect and joy
So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a ho
But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch
But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit
Fucked around and had to leave the world
'Cause you couldn't separate the geto boys from girls
Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit, never forget
Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
'Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em
If it was goin' down like them, I didn't give a fuck
We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you can save
'Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid
It's G.B. and Willie D reunited
Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter
And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the bullshit behind us
'Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And separated geto boys from girls, come on
A.J.
You know I spent 23 years in the prison
You know I'm still in prison
You know they-they, right now, us blacks
We represent 37% of the prison system throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up within they community
It's gonna be like in Warsaw
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
They found your ass misplaced, with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never seen me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga, fuck the world
And that's what separate the geto boys from girls, come on
5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom
I beat a niggas ass, if I didn't, I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang
Even if you're facin' 20 years, you never rat
You do your time and you come on back
And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom
Them bitches tongues come unfurled
But that's what separated the ghetto boys from girls, come on
I bet you often wonder how niggas survived in the drought
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death
While other motherfuckers counted up the ki's yous left
Kind of strange how the game it took a change for the worse
Split the brain, get the cain, get back to your turf
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
'Cause if the word get out you killed him, then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
But these niggas on some other shit like double your pay
And gives a fuck about respect and joy
So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a ho
But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch
But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit
Fucked around and had to leave the world
'Cause you couldn't separate the geto boys from girls
Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit, never forget
Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
'Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em
If it was goin' down like them, I didn't give a fuck
We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you can save
'Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid
It's G.B. and Willie D reunited
Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter
And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the bullshit behind us
'Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And separated geto boys from girls, come on
A.J.
You know I spent 23 years in the prison
You know I'm still in prison
You know they-they, right now, us blacks
We represent 37% of the prison system throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up within they community
It's gonna be like in Warsaw
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