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call I'm busy probably in a different city
Make them white girls play with titties black girls say that I'm so silly
Got them Spanish girls they love me

and we hoping the fences
They call me black now I’m felling offended
I know the hood never far from a prison
Boy start some shit then u know imma finish
My

Schizophrenic

Bizzy Bone

The Gift [Clean]

2001

(Bizzy) 
Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead 
Mama's just lookin' for love 
Marijuana, weedman, little thug 
We don't call him Steven 
Breathin' in

Yeah we ain't got nothin' for these haters
But some postcards, ha, postcards king Los
Yeah

(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game
By

real
My mission it be my skill, yeah
So if you wanna try to hate then hate on the next man
Cause imma get to tripping 
Have my little hitta getting busy

faith and my religion
Black lives too, don't forget about the melanin
Life is about living in moments, man you gotta relish it
I talk to God without

Rhyming in my red and black 
I never delay, what I spray
Everyday, shii can I get a way back
Far away, Far away, Far
Lord can I get away 
Way back, way back

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

to some lo-fi, preppin for the turn up
My momma wanna know why I always gotta burn up
Fore I write these poems in my black and white journal
I'm sorry mom

Tonight there's no struggle, no mountains to climb.

Sing along to marley, we don't worry about a thing.
Every little thing's alright, lets hear you sing.

behead
Your little dreams
The biggest things don't just happen from saying please
Read your books
That's the energy you should bring
Concentration is

why-y-y (yeah! Stallone, salute)
Ya mama cry no-o-o
(Woo, Chinaski Black, salute)
Shots gon' fly-y-y ya better get lo-o-ow
Ya wanna ask why-y-y
Ya mama cry

A.D.A.M.

X Clan

The Best of X Clan

2012

the Eastern side of Plutonia
Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take 'em to the three

meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it, I have no character
Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and send

blocked, we even hit your mailbox
Burned the rubber off the wheels in that big ass trailhawk
Your thotty gettin' bodied, she a bop with a big black male cock

Hands Out

Wiki

No Mountains in Manhattan

2017

Need to take these chains off
Sometimes, like, when I listen back to my old shit
It's like, sounds like it's, they add, like, a little melody

if I wasn't fat or a 
Little more normal I could make more friends 
Be the king of the formal and share a throne with a beautiful queen 
But

life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty

they call Watts
And I got a little Watts in me
But uuuh, I got somebody over here that's gon' tell you a little story
Yo PB! Tell 'em what it is
This is

Until

TQ

Listen...

2004

(so much more)
To be on a young black man's mind (young black man's mind)

Gotta face this
Sure I be a daddy soon
Somebody tell me
What the hell

Creepin'

Brownside

The Best of Chicano Rap

2009

light and hit the sherm stick
I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
So we roll, and it's late at night
Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my

a step gotta get away
Back on this shit and I'm wide awake
Pitch black the shit that I go through, wait
Bitch I'm a dragon to the soul
Fly by with

From trials of little school To getting thousands every week
And having pictures by the pool The heated floors are kinda cool

I wanna do it different

expect all residents to
Abide by tenancy rules
Keep quiet, keep clean
Keep telling the truth
Present evidence of any elements who
Have better to do than