Lyrics:
to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black cotton (in God's eyes)
Nobody don't care
Plus the strong don't cherish the weak
(gotta have heart)
Pull up in the whip, identical black
Two bitches inside, identical racks
Two guns on my side,
a new outfit out of you
New outfit? Shit, I'll make a new suit out of you, shoot
Now show me how you move, baby, do how a-you do"
Yeah, baby, do that
Now if you're white you can trust the police
but if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep
the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking 'em out the box an'
Knocking 'em out their
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Yeah
Word, these bitches be bugging God
Reason why ain't got nothing to do with nothing
Yeah, check it out y'all one two
We back up in this
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered
A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
your two pack habit and a six pack buzz you're
the best that there ever was
You're the best that there ever was
Two lone black top highway flyin' that's
they all listen
You acting the part like you in an audition
Where shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition
This is modern warfare, we play with live
they all listen
You acting the part like you in an audition
Where shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition
This is modern warfare, we play with live
trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Too much shit on your mental
Gotta switch up the tempo
Yeah, they callin' it tenfold
Show in here where the bands
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
gets busy with mine
Spend quality time with my baby on the norm
But when it's time to get the nook, yo, I go on strong
Black, intelligent, wise
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck, duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back
Changin' my outfit
He said blink
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
a duece a day that's two keys, I still move VA
Found the new away, my crew do and say
Fists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away
All my niggas who held
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