Lyrics:
our black queens live!
[01:20.61] Let that black king grow, let our black queens live!
[01:24.13] & Let the whole world know, just how our black world
Dick finally got down with Jane
On Search for Tomorrow
Because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not
Dick finally got down with Jane
On Search for Tomorrow
Because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
You got my back, I got your front
From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
Take my back, got your
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
the rhyme
Just so I could break you off a piece of my mind
I'm cold, hot I could ice an oven
I'm back at it y'all still frontin
Got a 12 gauge I shoot by
[P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is
[Black Rob]
Hey , back on the scene
Ain't nuthin' changed
Still doin' wild things
Whippin'
cause he has the bad luck to be suicidal
We niggas, we blacks, we men of the African diaspora
Got the world title on broken promises, broken hearts,
I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic
By
feelin' me, feelin' me baby)
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking
I know you're toting chrome
Trigger finger never letting go
Pressure got you blowing strong
Only thing to balance out the lows
Thumb and index by
on the TV screen?
Battle with the white man day by day
Feds takin' pictures, doin' play by play
They don't never want to see the black man eat
Nails in
get with ya
But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a (fuck)
My motto in the 90's is be happy making bucks
Girls love the Jim, 'cause it causes
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
I'd just like
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
I'd just like
crying every time you hit the sack now
You're low-key wishing you were fat now
Because you got AIDS from your pastor
Your situation got you feeling black
a cocktail through a window
I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold
Hands in the sky, still was left in the road
Ribbon in the sky, Michael
Don’t fool yourself by thinking we got equal chances
If we’re talking heads or tails then the blacks are the latter
Wanna be Lebron, but required to be
be
And yeah I'm down to fuck high key
Hit it up and then I'm like peace
To all fair-weather fans who wanna hit this
I just hope you know that I'm not
play in the league this aint no peewees
I'm ridin round wit the smack like its DVD's
See I be chillin but I'm gangsta just let me be
Who the fuck is it?
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
at the kid
Jump out her clothes she throw her fit
Bitch got booty like a pirate ship
I'll walk the plank
I'll dive in it
I might just have to invest in some
is too big, I got hella waiters
The nanny got stuck in the elevator
Just give me the key to the microwave
The safe is too big to hide the safe
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
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