Lyrics:
The army is the only way out for a young black teenager
We'll provide you with housing
We'll provide you with education
We'll provide you with
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
To the sixties, having black skin is risky
'Cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have
on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he
don't believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?"
You have no idea, yeah
The meaning to what I say
And you have no idea
Of how I got
that one plays
Black Monday
So we can have justice one day
Black Monday
Black, Black Monday
Hey Yo, be, I thougt we conquered the world
When
his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the dutchy pass me by, let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get
dropped off Blacks at his destinatio
Then I was off to the next one
Twenty minutes later I was on the M1 (tired)
But I kept on going, fell asleep without
For money, I assassinate
Today, I have an opponent that's worthy
Now killing me
You won't find that so easy
Clap your hands
Let's start
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat,
the presence of
The Queen of, just the Queen man
I wanna say R&B, I wanna say "Hi!"p hop
Her name is Ms Mary J blige mary!
Let me get all the way up beside you
a child and in two week you
Have attacked three women?
One at Fashion Week
And left looking the way you left looking
So that people could point their
me satisfied"
I said "Papa, don't cry 'cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me the life that you wanted
me satisfied"
I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me the life that you wanted
to die for
Y'all to do something
When Trayvon died man y'all ain't do nothing
Eye for an eye so let's kill that man
If you don't have an idea then it's
the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up
But
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day
Her boots were black and her stockings
juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through
Lotta pressure when we spinnin'
Fuck it, let a nigga have it hit his block with a blitz
And everybody got a switch, pussy-bitch
Bitch, I'll let
hoes, we don't love these hoes
These hoes that's the way the game goes
I'm black and proud
With a big 45 and a pack of loud
I stay gased up
My kick door
Man, whatever
Dre, just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit
Man, whatever
Dre, just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit
One, two, three, go
The ice was freezin'
My brother almost drowned
I jumped in to save him
On his way, way down
Then it went black and I went in
when you're headed in the wrong direction He reached into his faded jeans and pulled out his collection
Coins, mostly Roosevelts and Lincolns
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