Lyrics:
another nigga (Facts)
Black lives matter say they names and pull them triggers
Fuck the police, bunch of suckers boy
Hit 'em with that bullet proof vest
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
was five police
Officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest crime of the last fifty
Years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
Better keep the police captain witchu
Or they gonna have to try to skin graph
Ya thong when the ratchet hit you
Yo Gilly start rapping!
If I clap
and nothin' but
the truth, so help yo' black ass?
"You're goddamned right!"
why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say...
Fuck the police commin'
all your madibas & em
Getting robbed by a bunch of kids
That's the world that we live in
Asking God when I'm leaving
I'm tired of crying a tissue
Tired
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rapping but the homey Lil Pots can't get out
Niggas they hit the pen, they get charged,
there was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
Everybody running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Would tell you don't really want be the truth
Let me hit you back on my government phone
Still a hood nigga, whatcha want
the morning, police at my door
Just aired the dice game out, that's the truth, babe
'Bout to hit the crib, take a shower, watch a bootleg
Glad nothing
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Would tell you don't really want be the truth
Let me hit you back on my government phone
Still a hood nigga, whatcha want
Just aired the dice game
Out, that’s the truth, babe
‘Bout to hit the crib, take a shower
Watch a bootleg glad nothing popped off
Got to get the bag out
the raw shit?
HELL YEAH
Everybody Sayin'
That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb
Unless ya want to live on your knees, throw down (4x)
real)
If I was that guy (true)
Supremacy lines, no one bats an eye
Standin' while police arrivin'
Everybody lose their minds
Man it's fucked up,
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
and a Sandra blande
Everybody put your hands up from the front to the back
We're not police therefore, we won't kill you where you stand
Everybody put your
Wuzzup mane? It's yo boy Dj Majestic
Finna put this shit down
Know what I'm sayin'? Thug Luv
Hard times, look over your peoples
'cause everybody
Goodnight everybody, and remember, please remember
Live In Your Own Truth
callin' me
And I'ma live to tell the story
So what's the truth
Quit seeking forgiveness
(Hands down this is the best
Day I can ever remember)
You need
blow me out my Reebox
But I swing like Jack and the Beanstalk
Chop them down, when these bitches tryna lock me down
Hit the ground, hit the turf,
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