Lyrics:
Backwoods, your White Owls, your Dutches'
And we gon' smoke and gon' ride to this shit right here, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is that shit here,
the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor uh
Yeah, uh, haha
And they go yup
Yup, yup, yup
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
Yeah ah
I was made by the mess (Play with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
I
White Sun rises
In a sullen sky.
I still feel your heartbeat,
I still hear your cry.
A cold, like the stare from the headstone
At the killer's
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
Pay the bills first and then invest in guest verses
Regret shit, the lessons, the blessings, the journey
Agitate the white guilt, explain the black
a sleeping room
15,000 steps to San Fransisco by noon
And the white wolf captured it all
So you know
You're never alone
White City
So you know
You're never
lucky just to be with you
Oh The honey moon room with an ocean view
It could be a white Christmas but we're on vacation
It could be a white Christmas but
and my dogs smoking blunts up on the boardwalk
Bay 54th with my broad by the ballpark
Use the Dugout like a room at the Waldorf
Hit me up I got it for
sadistic, ain't he?
Right on q I'm right on q
I'm psycho true though the light shows, too
Like yellow red or green when the white goes through
(I'm LMNO)I'm
I’m from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla
Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer
And in the summer it feels like a hundred
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
White and Blue there's no room for Black is it?
These the bright new colors of fascism
Coming soon to a city near you
Streets red when the white send over
and white you cosmopolitan (Don't do that)
Disaffected Generals, Ain't got no room for Akechis (Sheen shing)
Ninjas Come out aerial Pack yo body like lima
This is the 9 Side
Black tints, that's a drive by
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they're stepping on my toes
(But they're
Takin' out the excess mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
of the medicine developed to soothe creatures
You're pathetic if you're no believer
Cause we all are energetic and eager
Come alive when you walking side by side
jim
Wait a minute...i think I like that dance better than...
What are you talkin' about, creep?
What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer
Sitting in the boardroom
The I'm-so-bored room
Listening to the suits
Talk about their world
They can make straight lines
Out of almost anything
it's time to ride you drive
So I can have the better angle
Killers be killers by model not thinkin'
Straight when I'm on the bottle
You throw one
Fashion killer with the an attitude
Stepping on these hoes with your dirty shoes
Hatin' ass hoes in the party room!
Don't wanna see you in the dance mood
sorrow (Sorrow), Watch them tears gone follow
But the streets don't care Ain't shed a tear you forgotten by tomorrow (So For Real)
Chopper gone sing that's
a twelve-year hit it
I've been trained by that best
Bring yo cop killers
And I won't wear a vest
And you still facin' death
Don't cry now
Bitch nigga,
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