Lyrics:
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(Yeah, you know I'm just sliding)
(You know through the city, checking my game, you dig?) Oh shit
Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
Republicans changed the lock on heaven's door
Keys to the kingdom don't fill no more
The poor working man like me and you
If we ain't got money we
a sign
Key topics on a young black mind?
'Cuz it's the picture that we give 'em and they illustrate
Black on black genocide has started to escalate
Every
let us through. Black in a musical chicken grease. John travolta rein-action being played by drizzy drake. Rappers love acting back in the days. Black
the
Ruined bridge
Later on the master will join us
Called from the heart of hell
At first we light up a fire, and then we hail
Our lord
Two candles, a black
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key (up
bad when he ante up
Highway, get out the way
Black man do your great escape
Pac man wanna prosecute you
Raise your hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face
the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key (up
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
the ruined bridge
Later on the master will join us
Called from the heart of Hell
First we light up the fire
And then we hail our Lord
Two candles, a black
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Every day, live it like it's it for me
Black on black in time with my roots this
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
it
It's Friday night and I feel alright
The party's here on the West Side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
Empty
One by the way from your love
Cause your still on my street
Empty there in my world
Black shines behind your face
Mountain in the darkness
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming
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