Lyrics:
brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
Oh yes oh yes my name is willie lee
If you've got a warrant just a read it to me
I shot her
wrong just a dirty fantasy on the
Football field me laid in the grass wanna love how it feel
Pulling on my hair biting on my lips throwing it back
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
by the hands of the usual
Suspects, I guess minds are just delusional
Hope it dies with time, I pay the funeral fees
And ashes to ashes, hope it get
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one
ain't Blicky gang but I be reppin' that black flag (On gang)
That's DTS Gang (Dirty L's)
We trappin' we slangin' we gangin for real all my niggas tryna
they doctors
She picked up my package, like UPS
Thinkin' dirty thoughts in a wedding dress
See girls wear panties and hoes use strings
And some use
life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty
on what matters
Like the Black Lives, people are getting murdered
Either by the same skin colour and that’s the worst of it
Then it’s by the ones who fear
I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It's
Yo, message to my people, especially young black men, yo we gotta rise above
we gotta change whats going down, If we expecting the world to respect
fight to strike back
Return of the Jedi, return of the black, jack
Yeah with this track I'm gettin' wicked
And all you dirty cops know where you can stick
BLDM
Black lives don't matter
This was recorded on the first of Black History Month
How does that make you feel, dirty niggers
Don't make me whip you
by the river just as the sun was sinking low
And in her eyes I saw big trouble like the muddy waters down below
Her lips were soft and sweet as honey
the all of you, even your attitude
Never gonna give you black-n-blues, that's abuse I'm not that dude
Take it back to when I held yo' hand and my name
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
of your plan
To seat my daughters there by your right hand
I know that you'll do what is right, Lord
For they are the lanterns, and you are the light
their ground, but you're so brave that you came out now
Breathing fire from the underground, dragon can you hear my sound
Forsaken by a mage you made it
nothin' to do with rap
One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black
Quiet riot ,y'all cant hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you hear
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
my matchbox in my hand
Burnin' up the pages in my little black book
Start my life all over again
I don't need no women in excess
I can't afford
ain't hard,
Stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
Ready to dump
Blow a motherfucker
the natural herb
Ain't no runnin from niggaz
Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol
Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man
Them devils can't stand how
you've been hurt by the birds and the bees of life
If you've been hurt by the church of black and white
Come unto me, find rest my burden's light
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