Lyrics:
just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"
Mm Food like Rapp Snitch
new era is here - ringing alarms
You wanna be great? Well, push it out of your lungs
cnd say it with your chest boy!
It's time to wake ‘em up!
Aye my boy
I know you're going through your shit foo
But
Like I said dog
There's gonna be better days homie
Ain't nada foo
Just a little rough patch
Mama, won't you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it's getting worse for me.
Won't you please make me warm and mindless?
Inner City Posse holding it down
Playing that day ol' by the pound
Catch ya in the south side running things
Fools are straight up living like kings
The Gate
Whoa boy slow down your role
c stormy tornado tearing on
Your more than most can handle
cint no way to light a candle
To see yourself up
fillin' the puddle they designed
Is it gonna take a miracle to make up his mind?
Meltdown at Madame Tussaud's, athletes on the floor
Meltdown at Madame
is true of love
I'll let you know how I feel
Cheers is true of love
I will be by your side
Cheers is true of love
It's your boy (monster)
We
my whole gang
Cops pass by homies running & fucking hide
Jump the fence and just duck on the other side
Up on the block…
You better watch your self
as 666
All up in your girlfriend’s TwitPics?
That Eastside boy up out the 216
That’s making these other rappers get
Melo like the Knicks, eh
Get you
with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be too specific
Like I rather be a killer than be statistic
I never fold
the llama'll squash you
I been had a white fan base before the signing of Marshall
Boy Kiss is thorough, hit your girl
Put it all up her stomach til she earl
Pick your poison, make some noise and run away,
Pick your poison, find the boys in the masquerade
Pick your poison, let your future fade away
Pick your
the house and then the car
I just served your spouse up at the bar
And you told like the mouse you are
Watch your mouth, you snitching from afar
Makes no
like an errand boy running to the stores
My brothers, they used to boast and brag:
"We've got Fubu, and you've got rags!"
And even worse than that,
battle up to the death
Better step back check that
You don't wanna fight
I'll leave your head cracked, chest smashed
Won't make it through the night
don't pay at the road block you get your throat shot,
And each road block is set up by these gangsters,
And different gangsters go by different
Thinking that I might hit it back, boy more sports
I might have to make a scene
Boy I’mma run round screaming
A sandboxed faith is just not enough for me man
Boy
You know your bitch is not fuckin' with Megan
Your nigga not even fuckin' you naked
He put the tip in and then you start complainin'
If I get
a jewel on whoever the weakest link on your chain of command
I know these lines is up high above your head propelling
Y'all hit the mainstream to catch
roll one up
And when it’s stuffed up, i'ma blaze it
Then we off to the races
Yelling, "Suck a dick or die hoe"
See your main bitch is my side hoe
how hard they is
Ignorant
Aw foo shut up you be doing that shit too
look as good on you as I could
And I could meet you there in the midnight sun
And by my superpositioned planets
I'll light this fuckin world up
This is
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
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