Lyrics:
like Nino P.O.F. can't help, find a young nigga like
Me hoe lost in the sauce like Nemo
Kush packs shipped by my primo, feelin' like Guido's Fresh
Who wanna ride wit me?
We runnin wit da Rydas
Till the E-N-D
And I'ma
I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha paper
engazibeki phansi
Rocking my own shit
Skhanda Republic is African renaissance
African renaissance
La kunenyuku lakhona lesgebengu is binne kant
Nna nka se e
Bigger than where your workin'
Bigger than Surburbans or them new Ford Excursions.
He's bigger than success
Bigger than alienation 'cause he'll rise
[Into: Guerilla Black]
This is dedicated to my nigga Easy-E
Compton (Compton)
Rest in peace my nigga (rest in peace my nigga)
(Hook 1)
Say what?
the e-n-d yeah
너의 미소는 나의 빛
부정적인 내 마음을 밝히지 yeah
그런 널 당연하게 여겼지 damn
네게 대입한 내 상처 애정 결핍
So you wanna leave right now?
But won't you stay by my side
마지막
The game is hard to find
When you imitate and fakin'
Lettin' the hood take you under
This shit be takin' and breakin'
Cause suckas say that they hard
of a common soul
We'll be fighting side by side in the middle of the night - La famiglia e tutto
All I need is my family, I don't need anything else
With their
can't carry on
Despised by society, treated like an animal
For the law just a piece of shit, a criminal
You thought that you could fly, high in the sky
[Into: Guerilla Black]
This is dedicated to my nigga Easy-E
Compton (Compton)
Rest in peace my nigga (rest in peace my nigga)
(Hook 1)
Say what?
sliding in a Caprice right now
'84 with the ragtop
Sitting on the porch at gram's house
Watching parades roll by
Whole time nobody knowing
In about
E'd up
A Black Girl Lost, she need Jesus.
Bi-sexual, livin' life on the brink
Newark niggas used to come-through spikin' 'er drink.
Puttin' drugs in
and switched hands
(With his tongue out)
Don't be mad 'cause you not me
I'm the fuckin' poster boy for the MPC my nigga
I had to spit this verse for the world
coming
No sign of a rainbow morning
Not to many left of our kind
Lost them all on my old playground
One more time my everything,
I know your'e gone, this
120
P's true and living i'm trying to add on but
The piece do division mono the big shit
85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips
P!
I slide by
Flow got em really feelin lost now
Hood i ain't never been a Rothchild
Too much for these ho's like a fourth child
E told me get em in the first try
All
buggin', your bitch I be tonguin'
Them bands I be thumbin'
Them numbers I'm runnin', hold up
I only fuck cause she fat, huh
I needed head from the back, uh
the rebels
Ran the gauntlet
Spied upon from orbit
Hung, quartered
Cause I drew the short straw
We tore down all idols
Threw them all to the wolves
The proof's
(Picasso on the go)
My psyche got me trippin'
My psyche actin' different
It's sickenin' and it's vicious
Inflicted by the business
Talked
the recording
I just bought that new computer with all my savings and that shit's not working properly
It keeps on crashing
I lost like, 40 dope-ass beat
whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than a block I run on you
And I'll smoke ya junior mafia in
to catch hell
I leave 'em wrecked and then scared
'Cause that's just what I do
I'm the lyrical bugaboo
Wait on me for a substitute
I be tearin' shit up
lies
'Cause if you believe we've lost this feeling
By the way we move and always in denial
Lay me down and make me lose my way
Pantera
Pantera
to catch hell
I leave 'em wrecked and then scared
'Cause that's just what I do
I'm the lyrical bugaboo
Wait on me for a substitute
I be tearin' shit up
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