Lyrics:
tonight will end, but I won't give this life away again
Sifting through this same debris, oh my father, call to me
This smoke is in my blood, this
man's
Greed & hate & racism
And what we have is a fucked up system
Let's stop the insanity let's end humanity
Mediocre generica let's start with
Chickens, mida mida the heater, believe-a I'm a dog
Straight labrador chedda retriever
Let the gorillas out, till the blood is spilling out
Put a slug up
bladder's full
What you can find is a sewer room
Don't mind what you wish
Your time is gone
ch, S.P.L.cSH on my mind
S.P.L.cSH on my hands
S.P.L.cSH on you
why the system's always tryin to pursue with a blemish
Pale a**es, think a n**** in this
My flow's tremendous, for the meal you can't replenish
Blues
[Chorus]
Niggaz fuck around in they County Blues
You might come up missin, if you snooze you lose
You confused the fuckin system, when you
I'm countin' up that cash, I'm neurotic
I just ducked the feds, stashed narcotics
I just hid some P's in the closet
I'm thinkin' bout them P
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but
pens, desks, policies and P.
R. campaigns (fed by the spoils of war) against the
"lazy, shiftless" populations of the poor.
This system cannot be
disguise
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
Burn it down, burn it down
Burn it down, burn it down
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
Burn it down, burn it down
The System, The System
The System, The System
I know you been in hell but you got your power
Revenge not worth it go engage your power
Waking up
Stuck in a puzzle
of money and lies
I can't feel my blood
I can't see my life
No time, no future
Just lies, no freedom
Just pain, no culture
No
Stuck in a puzzle
of money and lies
I can't feel my blood
I can't see my life
No time, no future
Just lies, no freedom
Just pain, no culture
No
mind ya p's and ya q's
And you'll be just fine
They ask what I'm drinking
Lean in my system
Said I'll put the cup down But I got to thinking
Script
[master p]
Yo, see them out there
Yo fiend, fuckin mafiaso
If your fucking with no limit
Fiend, big ed, master p and silkk
You fucking with the best
venom in my system, I'm lethal
I got venom in my system, I'm lethal
R.I.P. My Nigga K-Styles
to see your family again?
Heave, ho
You spent two weeks on a giant "T", another three on the "R-U-M-P"
Lighting up the fog, always watching
Heave
Brushed
rights
It's always the criminals that back the blue
There are no good cops in a racist system
A C A B
We need less cops and more education
F T P
Racists
wanna search me then search me
But hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty
I need that brown in my system
P, on my side twistin'
In club duvet for the chick
phat, full court in the back
Jacuzzi in his bedroom, a welcome on the doormat
Plus AZT, full house alarm system
One rottweiler, one pitbull, no one
the same song
(so the Mobsters just flame on)
For scratch we was willin' for squirtin' some blood
Now we gatas on hurtin the cuz
From stealin' tips where
believe the system's on your side
Just another lover turned enemy fight
Just another blood and nicotine sky
Oh come on!
It feels so difficult
Guess
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