Lyrics:
many racist Things
Might as well cut into the chase
Bring change no time for waiting
Go be about it but don’t risk ya Freedom
Huh wait we was never free
got nose bleeds
Heard he hang with police
I'm moving by my dolly
Niggas talk about bitches I don't give a fuck
Why you think I ain't talking
If I speak
you want the old me
I was wildin out got cuffed by police
And my home dont feel like home
So I only had the streets to hold me
Crashed out with the gang
or their leg
So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
So now, no, my man, you must, you know, do your
in a low low frontin
It's free will emotion you know I'm high flickin' ashes
At police while I'm ridin' by I'm ghetto I don't fear
Is deeper than
he burst, i bet i blast
So the next time i see a nigga tempt me might be his last
Might be his last
Now, that i can't allow
Lil nigga, stand down
You
not gone stop me
Bitch I'm Fat Boi Blacc and I might catch me a body
And I just popped this jigga and I'm out my fucking body
Disrespect me, you will be
cannot smoke then I have to leave
Got all of this jewelry I'm bout to Freeze
The Police be thinking I'm Trappin keys
Them Jordans just drop I want 2
wishing
I can have it all, baby just for one night
Need another nigga feeling your type
Know you want it, yeah, yeah
(B.I.G. Sean Don, Do it)
(Iight here we
to the limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's
the road more than properly
They can't do it like we
They can't do it like my donnies
If you get stopped by police
Tell them that it's only broccoli
picky
My bitch 1 of 1 man can't be no pick me
All bout my bout my dollars l need a percentage
Forgot how to get it these niggas demented
I might have some
Police tapped the call so I just hang up
Hang up
Hang up
357 Rique a ranger
Talking tough gone put you in some danger
So hang up
Hang up
I rather be
We getting murdered in the streets
Right in the city
No justice, no peace
Yes it was coming, middle finger to police
Said his last words but they
music, they distributing happy meals
Could never be Cloud Committee, or even Guerrilla Guild (Never, uh uh)
New to the game, boy you still need Infamil,
don't get me wrong.
But the normal in this country
Isn't something we should long
For. Of course, police excessive force.
Kamala MIGHT adore the idea
adults and 2 minors
Play it safe, slid his mask down on his face
Just to keep you informed
These niggas babies by the way
Them little niggas might be young
sleeves
I was beat down by a muscular chief
Face down on the curb, cuts on my cheek
Got to the station lumps on my knees
Who battered me? That's police
Imma be alright on my own
When I need em' they don’t pick up the phone
When all the money and the bitches be gone
Everybody disappears like a ghost
tear gas from all angles
They cleaned out every pill in the pharmacy, thank God I was clean by then, or I'd be swimming like the Polish Hill pool at 2AM
at you and I realize
That I might just fall by your eyes
Gimme a sec
Lemme think about what I’ll do next
Put them diamonds on me them baguettes
Take me
of the buildin' - sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 - some'll be dead
By 22 - the rest of these dudes'll be in the Feds
We got change
the system, shattered by the distance
Tackled by the rhythm, laughing with the wisdom
See through my prism, it's a Crystal Ball
Listen to my vision - be
dinosaurs
Standing on the corner
Trying to sell his last Final Call
It all evolves
Yet it all stays the same
Spit the right game
She might slip off the draws
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