Lyrics:
here at last, it didn't last
cos you're spoilt across the lawns
the impeccable lawns
call again, be my friend
but the police the run you over
twice
bump and be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Pump, pump, pump, now
the police when I'm rolling through the projects
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect
Who be the boys in blue, the authority
To arrest me cause I
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
the karma police"
The dharma was deep, our daughter was too dark with defeat
But made it here to tell the story by the chalk of my teeth
I'm a survivor,
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
still be walkin' 'round with my gun showin', nigga
I'm from the mud-mud, you need a job
Tell my people, make a nigga check stub
Shoot up the block
rap songs
And by the way, I feel
The cigar won't last long, gotta be strong
Even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live the tip
Won't
me ride
You by my side big girl, yo we will never die
I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby
Bring it home to pappa and Rock
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
I'll be looking at everybody else watchin'
I don't wanna be obnoxious
nothing, y'all police be fronting
And stop looking at my pussy, like y'all want to suck it, I'm out
On y'all pussies, catch me next time, bye bye"
protested the G8
Got maced by female police
In hot black uniforms and boots
I got one's e-mail address
Still I'm waiting to see if my bid on eBay was
reailty
So lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And I ain't do s***
But I'm down on my knees
Its a crooked system but gin
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant
But Alice
"Flow my tears" the new police song
The slogan of peace is "you must live"
They've got me and I'm one of them
Cancel: "silence" they screamed
, dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck chale, ay, good luck chale, ay
Nuttin' for the police, tryna
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
a MAC-11 now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem
What's his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that
He's from and that's one
More gangster under
run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned
One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya
you fuckin' with Bone you better believe
boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book
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