Search results for 'tea in the sahara live by the police' Page #7

Revenge is Sweet

Ghostface Killah

Twelve Reasons to Die [The Brown Tape]

2013

in the sahara sand
So don't scam me, don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live

a fight to be equal
Do you feel free
Free from deceit
From constant defeat by injustice of we
Do you feel free
Yes, all lives they matter
But Black lives

Cause my reality all lives matter
Blacks can gather the same opportunity
I don’t live in the inner city
But I have a black neighbor in my suburb hood
That

like call police dem no get toy
Kinomo nana fotoyin you be good boy
No dey mano no dey no dey form coy
A little weed and some red wine
I'm all about

the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years

it's shorter than a midget on stilettos

Low plays and views i'm not phased by that
The only goal in my mind has always been making an impact
Big

in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn

Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up

Watch the Police

C-Murder, Trick Daddy

Training Day

2001

the police when I'm rolling through the projects 
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect 
Who be the boys in blue, the authority 
To arrest me cause I

tea, face card always approve
Side-by-side face me, you're going to lose
Bitch, you got botched ass and botched boobs
Basement procedures, you was

Police come harassing and you get mad
Then your whole life could change
Sometimes I wish that they could take a walk in our shoes
See how it feels when you

I started writing this song back in 2015 and here we are
I don't know what to say

So let me tell you a story
Warning how we live in a police state

going to

 end

Nightmares of people saying hey

The police are coming

Hands up, hands up

The police are coming

As people brought here in America get

bitch by me
Eye candy face beat
Thick thighs on my seat

I cried when I heard
I'm the one that they seek
A loony, a skits
And they called the police
Cause

Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my

really like an actor, bruh
Holy, Holy Ghost, will it rain in Sahara
Driest of the mouths, where you live is a product
Struggling to grasp the fact that

crafty
Kept them engrossed in making everything by hand
Taught them about the texture of glitter
How holding it all together in the
Cupped mug of your

a variety of secret societies
We were born on this earth by default
And the police just wanna indict we
I need some soul music - I feel that shit in me

Here Comes the Judge

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards

deep for the fame
End up in six by six for the clout
A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let the real niggas out
Fuck police, let

to police
I smoke on OG, I keep it on me
You don't want no smoke, nah, but I give that for free
Hit 'em in his mouth, damn, now he got lockjaw
He ain't

on the police
Simple lie bout ah threat, Willie Bo was trying rest
Shot him 55, in 4 seconds, so reckless, cop killa
Then I'm sippin' on ah ice tea
Open up

Shawty' you ah' diamond dime
She' movin' like an op, yeah, she' movin' like police
Shawty' you ah' diamond dime
You' be actin' funny, but you never

at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun

“Hey guys we’re in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle right now
I don’t know if you can hear me
But we have have police now advancing