Lyrics:
Vehicle tint so you only can see di rims
By the look of it you know
A who dat seated in and yo probably guess
Yuh gyal fi please di king
And we never stress
Rock out!
Free the bass
Go!
Black kid beatin up the white kid
White kid beatin up the black kid
Aren't you ashamed of what you did?
Never put
of denied history, lies and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their husbands be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Run by
America right now
(Without the evidence I'm blocked)
I'ma move back
Battleaxe Warriors hold that shit down for me
(Let me back)
To make it in this
the United States of America
And a very serious day for the black man and woman in America
In the room of the rompin the devious mischievous
kids be stompin
will save our kids from the killings
But your pro-choice abortion kills way more children
If America's so terrible and racist
It probably isn't safe
and let me in, showed love to a kid
I’m sorry Kevin Hicks, that cracker he wasn’t shit
Still got my hoody on. Travyon Martin, fuck the pigs
Shouts Alton
Color
We had songs in the summer by OutKast and Usher
Learned life lessons from sitcoms on TV
I think I was raised right, right around the right time
OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did
shooting a white kid
I’ll wait
You see the thing is
There’s no respect
No care in the world
The cops ignore the lives of black boys and girls
Then use their
a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
There's kids in other countries making jerseys, jeans,
And sneakers they could never wear
Parents never there
They're busy building homes they can't
They see a black man with a white woman
At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong
Middle America packed in
Came to see me in my black skin
You see this is my hip hop profession here to educate you all on this corrupt world
We living in called America I mean Babylon cuz they just babble
and what mood he's in then
Morning he's a dissident, by evening wartime president
Our enemy cruel and silent, three hookers later he forgets its name
Finds
In the trenches with some monsters
How we grew up we was lawless
Look at us now my niggas bosses
We had to win by taking losses
He played with me he
[Shyne]
P-O, nothing more to it
I'm gully, what, I've really been through it
From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between
I carry a sleet
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
me on meds
They tried to fuck with my mind (They tried to fuck with my mind),
I vent it all for the kids (all for the kids)
The world is ours, in our
come when they say,
"King of Heartz can't get no richer"
In a good way
Ice cube today was a good day
When they let the kids in the hood play
Head in
bodycam
I’ll kill a cop then put it on Instagram
See how many likes I get
See if the algorithm populate that
America said "pull yourself up by yo bootstrap"
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
Plaques in hallway be lit up by Tiffany
I'm bout to turn on the light to this mystery
When you look back make a note of this history
(When I)
Dip slide
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