Lyrics:
and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm
held up high into the sky.
Guided by the shining moon in the starry sky above.
In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages like dancing
tryna get no change bro,
I ain't tryna run from popo,
Man you ***ing on my mojo
Tryna stay low key, low key.
Ed Hart tee, bangs dyed hair, straight black
my ass taxed, but I'mma STILL let my nuts hang!
You gotta let your nuts hang
Barney calls me up he needs a key
But I can't give it to him, he
of a black planet
20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics
So damn it
If times is hard
Time is god
Understand it
Never took time for granted
Its all
Konvict
Stand up
Salute
Devon Stephens
Up front is in the building
It's the Konvict album
Yeah
Y'all done fucked up now
I got money now nigga
guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
Black boots, black pants, black hoodies, black masks, black gloves we dressed up like crows
Dark nights, dark days, dark souls, dark shades, dark
powder-burned the
Night Francis Scott Key
Sat up watching it writing say can you see
Got a bad rip in New Orleans
Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at it's seams
It
While I'm sipping on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
'96 Big body, sitting on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is
America say I'm becoming a threat
Black America love to remind me what my mama look like
As if I'd ever fuckin' forget
I'm never enough
Much to their
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
black
I woke up in the back of a squad car
Handcuffed until they threw my ass behind bars
I never claimed to be an angel, I just makin' music
Something
the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
Verse two, it's like this
Gotta get 'em up outta them clothes
If I throw a couple dollars,
rapper at all times
Black Album, Fade to Black greatest of all rhymes
Black panther black standard, that the sage goes by
Black power, black leadership
up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em
Niggas scared of that black
I drop that Black…Album then I back…out it
As the best rapper alive, nigga ask about me
From
[ Brother J ]
Descending from the tribes of Africa
Inspired by the great black leaders
[ Professor X ]
Vanglorious
This is protected
By the Red,
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
though I don't like dinners
Don't be confused by my image, I'm no fuckin' public pin-up
But my heart won't let me say no to a picture
[Chorus]
Uh,
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
not to chill with niggas
Now I'm backseat, I'm like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I'm an athlete
The way I be makin' the track meet
bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut the fuck up and listen to me
I make a killin'
I got money to the ceilin' [why's that?]
Cuz I'm
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