Lyrics:
been makin' peace
With the fact black bodies are worth more if they're deceased
I'm trapped in a nine-by-twelve, awaitin' our release
Not takin' it
from di treasure chest
Ten box a shot fi purchase
Pon mi grocery list bullet wid boasty-ness
We aim fi kill yuh mostly-ness
Ride by pon di bicycle, nuh
Big Bodies by Body Head Bangerz
Intro:
Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos
We takin it all the way back
Hook:
big
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
blue, black, sweet
Ripened blue, black, sweet
Hearts in two-step beat
Break, dance, work, whip, pray
Break, neck, jump, back, kiss
Break, ashes,
MACALOUS -
I'm a black man in a white land why we hated by many
400+ years of oppression it simply offends me
A lot lifes sacrificed for equality
This
dollar yahts
smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
[Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
bust then burn nigga wait yo'
to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African
[CHORUS]
dropped down
Martin County officials on scene
About 6:30 this morning, one of the fire trucks passing by
Sittin' up higher than a car would
Was able
Mercy
When I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me
Mercy
And I'm frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight-liner fever
Now there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
many black youths locked in a box for life
I wanna go home!
It wasn't worth the sacrifice
No one knows for whom the bell tolls
Or how many souls
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
now)
Blow it down hooker bounce, come off the ropes like J. Snuka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck with it
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget
us, split us, split us in two
But if it's the last thing I do
I'll still take everything you got me
Off for you, all for you
Before I box it up and ship
Where we at trap?
Ok this the 2nd one
This Cages 2 Stages
Yeah
Aye this for every guard
That held they mf nuts on me
Let's get into this shit, fuck
two still wack on the court
So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork
My style date back to ninety-watt
cuttin the box, while I be clocks with no
black, one chrome
Sounding out, outside your home
(Ah, right by you)
Two door coupe, let her drive (Skrr)
Heard that she curve all the guys (Curve)
All
it to his family with blood still on it
Few black roses, maybe a finger or two
He out to be the King of New York
And he gon' do exactly what he put his
[Verse 2]
Yo check it *beat comes in*
I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not
Watch how I box niggas
Step to me and you get dropped unarmed
Like a black by a cop nigga hot trigger
I done made it off the block
So let me tell y'all
up?)
No, she look like a set of keys
May I die from a hand that is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was
insane
I'm
Born up in a place
Where I'm judge by race
RIP Across so many shirts
That's 2 or 3 a day
Blacks on Blacks happens so often
Nigas think that
up! He's still the type of boy who makes a comeback
Kill the white noise til the sun's black
Moonwalk around New York City and get murdered
By flocks
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