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Rinsed all em down
No Percocet
Could stall the pain
Fuck you, bitch
I can do bad by myself
I'm cool with losing you
For me to find myself
I don't want no
Are you ready
Here comes the change
Are you ready
For that change?
Almighty Father
He's a powerful Savior
Almighty Father
He's a powerful
passed
A father's son left to carry his gun
Push forth the legacy as we fight
For the spirit of what's ours
Armed to the nines
I clench my gun as my
[Dogs barking]
[Cop]
there they are
[Bizzy]
Shit..come on nigga come on
nigga run for it nigga make..
[Cop]
Freeze motherfucker!
[Bizzy]
Shit...
to fight for what's fair
Now I don't have a gun so I don't pull the trigger
I've got no army, I'm not a power figure
But I've been preaching to myself
Money
Might be dead by the morning so you better sleep tight
Told these nigga better get away from me cuz
I got a gun
I got a gun
I got a gun
I got a gun
I got
down by the river
Biblically accurate angels
Interrupted my dinner
I spilt my grits
All over my shoes
But the angels said "it's fine"
"Here's a gun for
gun is for me
Promise to you
That i'll save your sit
That gun is for me
That gun is for me
I'm still blinded by the lines
The lights are just a sign
I'm
'em on the premises
One shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerent
Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering
Bulletproofed
They are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the run
They pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gun
Move around from town to town can't
conquered by guns
Chained to ideals that you were taught
cs soon as you could walk
You were taught the words for you to talk
cnd then you were taught
Speak Forte again
Listen, are you against or for
This is a battle between generations
Thank the president
Your iPhone is the last one
There is no truth in
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
heard? Are you listening?
Wisen up ‘fore you wind
Up bleedin' and missin' it's real
Gun love see guns, is made for warfare
And the destruction of what's
checking the sun
And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn
Are you looking for the truth or another fight?
If you're wanna give me what I want, then give it up tonight.
Freedom, and looking for the,
where you at kid, it's where you're from
Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
to kill a minority,
but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka
with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we
can
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got
There's gonna be a lot of slow sin'in' and flower brin'in'
If my burglar alarm starts rin'in'
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
(Icebreaker)
(The IC-E) we found that missing changes
In the immigration laws
And regional enforcement by
The federal government
Are maybe unfairly targeting
for realer
Don't wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your
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