Lyrics:
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
a woman's gonna do exactly what a woman's gonna
Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn't have it any other way
She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth
can't stand when I talk like that
And why do black men have to walk like that?
Cause we swing low like a chariot
And now I got Harriet all on my dick
cock will be
A party poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
however had
resisted these solicitations and was now warned of
some impending danger. He managed to make his way to
the sacred ground by cloaking his
at a smaller degree
And that and that ain't Ralph
Though! It ain't Ralph level
Okay well let me ask you this -
No man you don't have the answers
Why is it that
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
young’un on the train
I had to pick his brain
He said he on his way uptown
To get a brick of caine’
He said he needed a come up
Because selling nicks' was
by my side
Cause we're all alike
On the inside
One step up
Then two to the side
One more man
Let the sleeping dog lie
From the back of the bus
smile, nigga
And now a moment of silence
Let us pray
And as you journey into outer space (smile for me)
May the angels help to lead the way (smile
so, baby, go
I wish you luck and if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand the way it feels when you're fighting
crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or a albino yeah
You can have corn rows inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
the keys you broke left no spare
Gotta be the hard way to get out of there
But you look comfortable on that broken chair
Let's have a conversation
It's only
ain't no gun toter, pussy you ain't no real soldier
You ain't made your enemy had to buy his homeboy mama no black roses
Choppa knock ya whole head open
themselves by the colors they wear
The homey came through to put one in the air
I can tell somethin was wrong the way he sat in his chair
He said, "X, man
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like,
was on a roll
before i knew it I fell in love with his soul
"Aye poppy aye" was the cry as he made love to me
I was freaked by the way he just to do
out like that
That's when I let his ass have it with the gat
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks
He will never sell dope to another
your loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool,
Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris,
Bitch please,
has a chance to move
Catches him by the neck the end of the rope
Of which the PHANTOM has let go
Remains magically suspended in mid-air)
Order your
(big place)
I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer, help me beat the case
I'm just tryna fuck you, let you lead the way (the way)
And if we can't make it
of fact, y'all can have that back. That's dissing. We celebrate like Anita Baker sang. 365 days a year!
Black history month bye bye bye.
Black History Year
I defy
Wish to see them all die black
They do not see a different way alone,
none but their own
They just take, I take it they are close by now
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