Lyrics:
Because nazi rocket science too, can bring joy to the world
the war on drugs, this righteous cause
To clear our streets of criminals, now civilized
scames
Major sports figures in and out of rehabs
Holy war with Jews and Arabs
Recalls and cutbacks feature story go to those who gay bash
Bolemic
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
was just another soldier with two feet
On all type of drugs that set me higher
Shot by my comrade official
Name friendly fire
Everyone was screaming but
Play with fire,
You get burned
When the heat was on
I turned
Turned to trouble
Trouble
[verse 1]
Yeah yeah c-3
New Orleans baby the street
through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end
i'm on the move reversing mass incarceration
Putting more funds into rehabilitation
Expunging low level drug offenses
Opening the cages and tearing
understood..
I’m from a city where we dream lavish surrounded by the savage
Criminals & drug fanatics thugs and crack attics twisted off that blue magic so many
of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal EVERYTHING, change the law
I
Verse 1
We pull mad triggers
War what we used to, some done buried before
What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor
Not what it looked
without me
It's Jersey, I heard they freed Albee
See I'm from where Blood kill Blood
Cuz kill Cuz
You can get killed by somebody that you love
Somebody
case wars
Man I say we take a stand to
Those suckas we don't want it what you say
Ha we don't want it baby serve it
Ain't no culinary student
Put these
getting
So I tell these stupid motherfuckers if they
Do not like it, sorry baby
Just don't listen that's life!
And life is beautiful and that
There is
nigga gon' flirt
How you get shot by a man with a purse?
Jackie Chan chopstick, three-round burst
We skip the funeral, put 'em on shirts
Whole lotta drugs
Am I built like this? Are
You built like this?
Or tell me, do I just feel righteous?
Naughty by nature maybe it was nurtured
Maybe as a baby I was
Where I question a lot of shit
The drug game, these niggas, bitches, religion and politics
Become the boss from serving I'm still getting dollar tips
got baby roaches inside my full pint, camouflaging in spices
Once by accident, I ate 'em with my rice kid
'Cause, when you're hungry you don't think
Tell me what would you stand for? Like
Yeah what would you stand for?
Would you stand with your bredrens?
I don't want war, but a phone call's made
laughs as you eternally rot
Young Baloff with the burgundy snot
You get surgically shot
Drive-by you in a cloud of that purpley pot
Can you see with your
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
eateries gets greedier,
Chasing headlines and deadlines
The truth left behind us: prime time
Yeah, They tried to drug me with TV
Dissever mislead me
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