Lyrics:
I dirty
etched by reason of this long journey
I'm someone good from you can be around this yo
So much time you have to learn to live with it
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
it's fair to judge a man by the lengh of his hair. Take two words, like hip and square the truth will shine and not your hair. Even the blind can damn
black politicians
Scratching and itching
Middle finger to the ghetto it ain't helping they image
First they get elected then they start switching
didn't want to have sex with me
Cause she already know I'm the boss
Blindin' by the ice on my wrist and the cross
Rollin on 4's every time I floss
AK by my
One man is black, one man is white
One works by the light of the day and the other one works at night
They both live so differently but they are so
This goes out to my people
All the children in the ghetto
Spread love no dey hate oo
Try to keep it real
Try to picture the black race without music
Clone, clone a young nigga and still flop
I buy pints by the two, no Pac
Baby, pass me the hookah
Baby, pass me the hookah
Baby, pass me the hookah
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
Ayyhh luca Brasi two nigga
Ayyhh i don't get tired
Cocaine whippin', in the Pyrex stiffen
Wrist flickin' with the wisk
I don't get tired!
Hit it
Ayo
Here's a little story ghetto love situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big
anybody point to it?
I play by the point of the finger, the tone of the voice
"The one in the middle. The one in the middle"
That's black, you get no
gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they bust strong
Tried to call,
goes
Two by two into arks of oblivion (ha)
Ours is a desperate song
"You're not that bright, I'm not that strong"
And our outcome looks exceedingly
my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain't crying
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron
Oh my god,
associates
I'm a bachelor
2% of African-American males
Got a masters
99% of you rappers
Don't own your masters
85% of people are enslaved
By the 10%
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
I'm black I rob and automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white I wouldn't of thought O.J. Was
lustful situations
So feel the vibrations, she's the mother of our nation
Now for oh so long you stood by us so strong
even when we done wrong,
The smell of piss is so strong
It smells like decent bacon
Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill
Under the piss-station
Two pints destroyer
the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props,
'n
(Chorus) x2
[Juicy J-]
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call
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