Lyrics:
be slaughtered one by one
The sky fades to black with lightning red as blood
His fire turning flesh to dust
With domination in our grasp, we're
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
for the ride, new blood for the rider
I crossed the Broken River down the Boho Church Road
Wasn’t riding alone, had the black dog and the black crow
a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
want to come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They
Take my hand-let's unite
By the blood of Jesus Christ
Take my hand-let's unite
Not for color-black or white
Take my hand-let's unite
Let's
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
by the future
I love his heritage
He is wise enough to know himself and judge accordantly
A wise mind know his body
But Tut is flawed
How he gon reply
might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered
By the blood of the King
I don't do black music I
Don't do white music
I do
the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will
white hand
Twice he kissed her cheek
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
Then he fell into her arms asleep
Well the night passed away and the day
Oral (ta dem back Big Oral Bee)
La meg ta shiten tilbake til
Nitti fucking fire mayne
Jobba i P3 putta ned humor og satire mayne
Satt bakerst i klassen
never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle
Who the fuck wanna fire at me?
For every shot a nigga shoot, my mac-11 firin three
You got wars,
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
A black night
Starts a ritual in this chapel
Midnight to the 3:00am
Goats and ram
With blood we made a pentagram
Please come to earth
Make people see
a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better
Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
I know you jealous niggas, hate
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
piff, when I ride by in that black on black
Ménage à trois with two double D's, come to see that's racks on racks
They ship it in, I give it to ya
grieving
Your meal is made and it's time to chill
You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get
repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I
featuring see Murder
Verse 1 (C Murder)
I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Dark Past full of evil endeavors
Heart clean never black and ugly as ever
However I seen my family die from them rocks
Them beams on blocks including my
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' blood got
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