Lyrics:
and Frank Sinatra
Alicia Keys, Nas and Ra the gangsta's opera
So New York City walk with me, talk gritty
It's up to us New York it's our city
Here
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
Until my fingers
And my deadly view is
Strangled by the rent
I have no purpose in this land
Have I forgotten how to stand up
With the humor
I`m packing up my memories
And I`m gonna move all out of your heart
I`m turning in my keys
And I`m gonna move all out of your heart
`Cause
Live away...
Clay D:
YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
COME ON NOW, GET IT! (EVERYBODY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP
wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's
off the page of my obituary
If life is black and white like piano keys, i'll add color by playing until my hands bleeds
If life is black and white like
got fed up
'Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
The Chinese man got
respect off our lives, so now I'm snatchin it back
Power flows in the nation, there is life in the key
Let us all bind together in the Red, the Black
on the wallets of the poor
Who be knockin' on they door, every Black Friday
Just to get some shit they can't afford
Even with the discount, write a check, that
downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free
She
(We gave her most of our lives)
Is
to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn't take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black
She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving
Black Lives Matter but really it's Black dough
Hold our Black money til our lives matter mo
Cause cream is the theme in the world today
Anything for
down.
Seems the last day of the miners' strike,
was the Magna Carta in this part of town"
Well my body sank below the ground
it became as black
outrageous
Look at me, legally sellin' dope on all of these stages
Van Cleef & Arpels, V got all of the bracelets
The keys and the codes, and know where all
First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you
By my side
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking in how
now I'm ready to leave
And I'm just wonderin' where my keys is at
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give it up
They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
To the stink of life passing them by
Wake up and smell the stink of their lives
The garbage trucks are coming
To take your shit to the dump
You're smelling
enough
For black radio to play this stuff
But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone
I'm only here to state one fact
Wake up African, your
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
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