Lyrics:
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
the field like commando
Claim you trapping
But the field be on stand by
Ain't no need to cap
I'm just trying to live hands high
Close I'ma get to my own sky
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
send him to his maker
Best hide yo hoe imma take her I get her than slave her than I'll see you later
Like my hoes black and white like the raiders
turn at the park where the homies meet
In the sunshine
Another sunny day where the girls wear mini-skirts
And low rider six trays
Money makers
out the sea foam
Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
I've some deadly black spots
I buy a bunch of shit, but I gotta keep receipts
The money is a spell, its Akeelah and the Bee
Fuck a beemer who got the key to my jeep
(Sim simma!)
I
who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
You steady chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Ain't got no time for no haters.
watch out for the blue that's claiming brown and black lives
Standing strong despite the wrong when mainstream media lies
To clear the names of killer
me up like a knee
And for what
Is the money not enough
That y'all gotta take our lives
Now you know we fed up
And it's rough
But we gotta live up
Back Down and Stick Up
Back Down and Stick Up
Back Down and Stick Up
Back Down and Stick Up
Back Down and Stick Up
We all live under
The same blue
and playettes, teachers, staff, and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa
really haffi full up your dreams
You haffi create the world you waan live in
Unity is the thing that gives black people the key
Along with the teachings
Black Pride, Black Pride
Black Pride, Black Pride
Black Pride, Black Pride
I blast off, I blast off
I blast off, I blast off
I blast off, I blast
say crime pays
Black and white make gray area full of strays
Get in where we fit in as we live in sin
Get caught in the act and wear an evil grin
You
i’m 20
Some-odd years old, young, black
And a force, i’m living
To see some grandkids and
Die of natural cause, retire
Somewhere, living in the Keys
the game
But you gotta give props to me cause I did what the
hatas kept sayin' I cant
And I'm all about money
Could live without the fame
But now the ladies
about the money
Working just to spend the night hungry
Black child
You're tryna find a job
That's wild
You're tryna find a way out that shack now
We are Matter
Black Lives Matter
We are Matter
We are Matter
I found God like NASA
The Most High be apart of me
All around, the evidence,
black out and I see red like I play for NC State
Plus we the team they hate
Cause we get dressed up like every day is Easter day
I'm too live like this
playa, baby, ain't another like I
Screamin', "Live homie, you can't take it with you when you die, c'mon"
I got that ?09 flow, girls beatin' down my
You Better Than W.A.S.T.E Squad We Better Than We Ever Been No Taking Nails Nigga All We Do Is Win Money Bag By The Truckloads My Nigga Check The Rims
and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
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