Lyrics:
tell he was pissed
'Cause the black man in the black Range
Doin' black things wit his black change
Doin' the right thing, drivin' his ass insane
And if I
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
I love you so oh oh
Woman stay by me, and don't let go, oh oh oh
I said I want to open your door with my key, yay yeah
And you and I were meant
like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
trouble, come inna starvation
You see them spend the money pon the nuclear weapon
Wish a segregation and separate the nation
How can you judge a man by
Ayo, what's up E man?
Yo coolin' PMD
True true man, I just been lampin' man
So what you been up to lately, man?
Just been loungin' man, you know
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Ayo, what's up E man?
Yo coolin' PMD
True true man, I just been lampin' man
So what you been up to lately, man?
Just been loungin' man, you know
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you want to think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
sacrificed
Start the purge - justified
By a man's most human desire
To survive
sacrificed
Start the purge - justified
By a man's most human desire
To survive
some shit
To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness
See a black man standin' on the promised land
Since they broke every promise I devised
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
droppin?
the place is packed many faces
of some I know and some know me from buyin cases
cash stack shorty peepin
Is she Puerto Rican or half black
a black man on a 3lack beat
Never disappeared from my bros in their times of desperate needs
Reverse that one record that part yeah that's the voice of J
at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time (ayo, turn my mic up, man)
At the same damn time
At the same damn time (I don't even
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
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