Lyrics:
We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
Laying on the bed, looking like a drag
Had the pillow cuffed, looking at me and Frank, her grill was
Thee, Not For Me
We Got II Americas
We Came In Peace, You Tore Our Hearts To Pieces
Hurry, Hurry! Come quick come see
Another dead black man live on TV
get the camera!"
This is gonna be fucking great!"
Yeah, I love living in New York, man and people who live in New York
We wear that fact like a badge
in the fields picking sugar or coffee nigga
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
Probably with the steel now they got me on the wheel
With
What is America to me
A name, a map, the flag I see
A certain word, 'democracy'?
What is America to me?
The house I live in
A plot of earth,
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and slap that ass silly
This is
'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
What happened in that hotel room
right
Imagine the poems I write for you if this how i rhyme on the mic
Romantic
Frank sinatra while we dancing
That's romantic
Feed her chocolate when she
Be kind to your mind and live drug free
You ain't gonna catch me smoking on that green
You ain't gonna catch me sipping on that lean
Cause for my
(Ah, you sick asshole, let me go)
(Somebody, please, help)
(Oh my God, please help me, oh)
(It fits perfect)
Better watch out, sucker, now I
the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say
plastic and brick and glass
Just give me granite and cast iron
I'll build a house
I'll build a house you can be proud of
I'll live in it, I'll die in it
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
can the feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
can the feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
I'm a deportee
and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
I`m a deportee
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
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