Lyrics:
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
in
The odds against me
I'm a fight with my own hands
These are the words I've been
Writing as a grown man
caught the next plane home,
Thought about all the years gone
Had my pride that I let so much time go by
I ran up those stairs and stood by his bed
and loose lips
Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open book
Scribbled in his own blood
His constant companion is always at hand
Making
creatives here
We’re all born artists
Some people are artists of business
Some people are artists of composition
We were taught to hide our black
Fingernail
Yo what you doing here huh?
(Hi I thought I'd drop by so nice to see you)
Nice to see you too okay
(It's been too long) yeah you can leave now
Kanye
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced
be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
Two Gallants, hitting if we got to
Busting at y'all niggas daily
Wall to wall,
hand, aim right with my left arm
Pen to the pen
Now I'm right where I left off
Wear what I left on, own what I got
I'ma stay on one, plot 'til my plot
flash, and his breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude,
His attitude
His attitude
His attitude. (pose)
(All dance off excepting Ralph,
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell should bar the way"
She twisted her hands behind her
But all the knots
Ratboy in the corner taking a leak against the wall
My heart is turning black inside
Stealing from the army shaking bells at the door
A hand in
scissors
Separating horn and hoof as own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors
By the getty image, green-cheese
be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
Two Gallants, hitting if we got to
Busting at y'all niggas daily
Wall to wall,
hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
All hail your highness, terrific win
Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim
Keep watch,
We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (let's
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home now sounding safe
Surrounded by
He held the bridge all on his own
Forty men, died by his steel
The only way we could make him kneel
Was to send four men out on the stream
And sting
the barricade
I saw my whole life flash before my face
I felt kind of dizzy all I saw was stars
I put my hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars
the barricade
I saw my whole life flash before my face
I felt kind of dizzy all I saw was stars
I put my hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars
to two now the kilo’s got a sibling
Father knows best
Wash my hands all is forgiven
We kicking up dust like the colosseum floors
Walls full of safes like
me down
All aboard the future, as he held in his hands
Pennies for the chosen but what about the lamb?
If you got something human that's still
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