Lyrics:
harder
Sentenced a little harsher 'cause my skin a little darker, look (talk to 'em)
We deal with all kinds of injustice
My uncle died in police custody
the bomb like Saddam Hussein
That I'm trying to maintain the stress on my brain
Police always think we're trying to get themselves
But we up in the store
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
In the sun, in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath
a klansman in disguise
The police killed the samurai
Yo
What it do?
It's IIIA
In another fiasco with my crew
Only know how sleuth info
Raised on Uncle Lu
It's
we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour
Ey ey, Mr. Police
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
It's the KMD ? g fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole
So what you playing
"KMD and 3rd bass is just
that shit don't work.
I just laugh, and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights
like the Nile, Timbuktu
Imma keep me a nine in my coupe
I got a stick with a magazine
I choke my shawty, I'm masculine
The heist was disturbed by some
credit
Don't touch my chain
Give you niggas nothin' but lead
Montana got shot by the police
While I was on set
I wanna get him out the streets
But now he
let a bitch, take control of me
And if she ever do, just put a hole in me
Take my soul from me
I got two lawyers so yea'
I don’t need more support
Goes
"Late last night two undercover police officers were found brutally murdered in a Fort Greene
Apartment building in Brooklyn New York. At this time
when there’s nowhere left to hide?
Tell me, what do you see in me when you look into my eyes?
But if all lives matter, why I gotta die?
Stop killing us
can't trust every smile
That you meet in the streets
Every man that you greet
Some of them fit be snitch
Keep your third eye open even
When you dey sleep
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black
warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin
And I know that they say 2 legends can co exist
But one thing I know is that my co don’t exist
Cause I exit every co
With all this dreams in my
Got an elusive disposition
You would never know
How I feel 'cause I got no one to talk it out
Trapped in my head
Hanging by a thread
I'm so f- messed up
slavery
Put your hands where I can see em'
See the fear that's in my eyes I coulda die if I ain't hear em
I can see 'em reaching for it trigger finger too
the forest
A trap!
I feel a dull blow on my temple
When I come to, I have a tiny round hole in my head
My mouth is stiff with blood
My horse lying on top
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
haters
Some of dem a hire private investigator
I tell dem no be by force eh
Tell dem no be by force
As I dey try waka pack I dey do my thing
I tell dem no
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
bullets and the police at the same time hold on , hold on
Will my mother forgive me for being wild as a child
By the age of 13 i was married to the street
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