Lyrics:
a nigga off like a outlaw
Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha?
Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
Pulling up slow, look at that boy
Young
The bitter taste on my tongue
Too many holes, the damage done
It's bittersweet, black on gold
Talk is cheap, or so I'm told
I'm gonna ride this
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
We meet inside the café
The air is thick like hospital
Choked by the gold on your finger
We were lovers
Bury the thoughts that resurface
Those hands
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
nevermore hangs heaven's word for thee
An instrument played by the wind
Made by the masterpiece-machine
The holy House of Keys
Fortifies techdromedes
Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
shit" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimy, real live crimey
If niggas know that habit's behind me
Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto
player there, nigga turned you out
But never told you beware
Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
And you never judge a woman by
regrets.
The ceilings lined with gold
Presented in your face
Until you're gettin old
Then you've been replaced
Live it up like you're ready to die
Nothings
the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
Live happily, ever after in laughter
Hah, never seen Cristal
on the street I hear gunshots (rare shots)
Crack niggas cause they moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments
As the Earth turns upon its axis
A virus spreads
Passed the masses
Alliances fuelled by consumption
Monitory irrigators
Gaze from black towers
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stackin'
Smirk on my face screamin', "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin' 2
damn hands up
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the money
I
will quit.
In the forest I'm burning, struck down by the blast
The fever is churning, and the heat rises fast.
And those standing nearest can show
Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
Take their spots, take their keys, make my
enforcers of courses (ha ha ha)
Them niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searching for this location on the map (on the map)
The Gold Rush, baby,
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
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