Lyrics:
Yes! Let's put you to the test.
You are a contestant on cmerica's Second favorite game show
“Black Made That -cll that”
Please welcome your host,
crafted a culture anew in this world that be drawing their guns
Not a threat, but all of the people of color that dared to speak rather than run
They pulled
mask help disguise what kinda mood I'm on, yeah
Now bow down to the most high
I'm a product of the hood trynna get by
Working on these rhymes like a 9
pyrotechnics inspiring future & prior legends
A fusion reactor, I'm used to applying pressure
If music requires ethics, put them tired records
Back in a bin like
cause that's how riders be
I'ma ride my gun
I'ma keep you on the side of me
You can be my 9
Girl, I'ma put you on the side of me
Girl I'ma put you
even know why (uh)
But oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down (yeah)
You see the thug in
a detention center took my dreams of being famous and put them in hell's placenta. Spanish gun on me the caliber was cinquenta, Street celebrity the hood's
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
on
Oh, every woman got one
Oh, shut it down when the time comes
Oh, so pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
and artists
Really sellin' their soul
If cancel culture doesn't work and you
Get famous on your own
They'll find a way to put
A bullet in your dome
I've been
collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts
body on my guns no
I get this funny feelin'
Around wannabe killers
Who supposed to move in silence
But be loud as sirens
And when it go down, they
Known
Yeah
Aye
Trials tribulations culture appropriation
Straight from plantations into incarceration
Mass segregation never got reparations
How in
on down by Orangethorpe
Ladies love my sound when they hit the floor
When I come around, she said give me some more
We can pull on the nights of the movies
it's late
Deck the halls with booze and roxy
In my coco drop a molly
Plenty coal up in my stocking
Catch me by the chimney watchin'
When he come down ima
Fuck niggas, spark the weed up
Shit been watered down, the rap game they need us
Real niggas to intervene, they interject
Got a bitch naked, got
{*sampled singer singing "Do, Do you" repeats all
throughout the song*}
[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Come on my niggas, yo..
Put your guns in your
There's a piece of culture left behind
It's down in the street
It's a feeling intricately designed
And played to a beat
Can't believe the people long
bring me no flowers
Just a six gun smokin
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
When your heart runs
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
holdin'
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets bulging
trips, put the addy in the navi shit (What up?)
Now it's power trips, push the Caddy down the Cali strip
So watch me, I'm too potent, Ziploc me
My
Gonna steal your soul
By remote control
We smell and audience
We smell money
I don't need a gun
I own the network, son
And they love baywatch
the Kay, knock'em out of his shoes
We finna up the score
Pussy nigga play, pussy nigga get blues'ed
I been riding round all day with the tool
I'm finna put
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