Lyrics:
love me out in Ny
They love me out in A, Atl
Whenever I swing by
They say I kick it like a black belt
(Hi yah)
I kick it like a black belt (Hi)
I kick
doesn't get too far
Hit by the patrol door
Struck until he's gore
I saw the black massacre
I saw the black massacre
One down, forty-two mill more
I saw
seat
Of that Honda -we armored!
Back in the geo-quarter key was the normal
Jack a nigga if he hurtin'
Not believing in karma but
What if he armed
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
Circles in the sky above
Rotate on our heads
Then obscure the sun
The son will descend on earth
Black, black
Inside eyes we're
Black, black
Down
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
When Black Friday comes
I stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I
a Nine in my draws get straight to it
I hope that I never see the day
That I get 20 years for a cake
B-K-A as a key
So open up the door for the mo
forwards was the ratification of the black vote. Johnson’s racist all white governments, however, undermined the race based discrimination against voters by
a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious
Get message
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door
He'd a French cocked-hat
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
police busted you
Guilty by skin tone
So what's a black man to do
They scared firing shots without warning
Because we all criminal thugs with dope on us
President black elected to black excellence
My only understanding of life is black Elegance
Black eloquence the story of blacks ever since
Overshadowed by
elected to black excellence
My only understanding of life is black elegance
Black eloquence the story of blacks ever since
Overshadowed by white privilege
I see a red door, and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black,
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer
Judge talking 30 because he black and he hate his face
You know the system fucked up when you black as me
At the door of success but we ain't get a key
So
of bitch that loves to say she's mixed
But when she say the roster she always say black last
You know who you is and you know what it is
I love you with your
postin' her
Rung the bell, no answer, feel like I'm at the wrong spot
Didn't have my keys, had to break into my own house
Wifey wasn't home, hit her
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