Lyrics:
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puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
the wise
I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner,
the coldest flows on the hot seat
And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
Another episode full of atrocities
It's double M, baby, money monopolies
scribbled on a Black street
But is it what we need
Black skin killing
Black skin
Gold teeth
Green paper
Red blood spilling
White skin
Blue lives
Telling
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
a boss
Redbone top model you might tight
Baby you said you want a black chubby nigga
Here i go baby
You said you like niggas with gold in his mouth with
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
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
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
of my uncertainess
On kiss and I feel weightless again
Naked without my red dress
Drawn by forgotten witneses
Red dress, gold rings, long black hair
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
five of all time with the live show
I walk up on the hands of people like a tight rope
And sold out key arena five times with my eyes closed
Whose
my rents had bank
But all that's gold non't always glitter,
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
a lone star in
The sky that's all black
(Been Trill, motherfucker)
A 'ménage à trois' with black dykes, damn
That's the new civil rights (straight up)
Front no kicker, Glocks spitter
Black and gold flack across my face when I get you
Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure
I'm fakin'
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