Lyrics:
i'm hearin em tell atlantic
its so much shit about cha, they dont give a shit about cha
say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
help you out (woah)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going out I'm
on me?
I ain't gotta tell you already know where to kiss on me
It's us against them again, I don't want you to ever bend
I just hope you never leave
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
La la la la la (fuck that, nigga)
We don't give a fuck
Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga
who've let us down. You know what I'm talking about; At the very first sign of trouble, they're nowhere to be found. Well, Jesus stays when others go;
rappers
50 Cent for a 2Pac
For the low price of half of how much a dollar really cost
Four for five chicken piece
Off the bone, lickin' grease
Salmonella
ain't standin on bidness
They rather chase bit**es and beef on the block
I give a f**k how they livin
I'm chasin chips and don't forget guac
Cmon let's
me in the streets, fuck the billboard charts
Molly in the bag, lean in my cup
Your main bitch on Facetime acting like a slut
2Pac shit, hit 'em up
no feelins for none of these womens
Really, though, fetticheese is my love
You know the streets made me
And I don't give a damn if you hate me
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
mama had some faith to give
And they brought him to her and his mama named him Vance
He was sick a long time then
I used to sit by him
I'd rub his
this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be tryin' me shawty)
Niggas be tryin' you how?
Hey let
say is that they still don't really care about us
Black man dead and on the streets he bled
We're living in a system where killing brothers gives you
forgive me
I had to give him two to the kidney
Didn't know that I was nice
Any night I perform like Rice, Jerry, Sidney
Ray too, hangin' out with Windy
don't trip
If you ain't bout this shit
(If you ain't bout it, don't be about it)
Nigga tell em who I am
You the muthafuckin man dawg
That shit ain't hard
Every single fuckin' day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin' with niggas from down the block
I had
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
paranoia so if they come
Then I dump, dump, dump
That really all I got for ya, this life is crazy
I might go Krayzie if I'm down, don't let them break me
So
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
Hell, so Satan get thee behind me
(Run the Jewels)
I've never been much of shit, by most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in
mostly from my lies
And they stood up to salute me
As I stepped down from the bus
And out of the open window they yelled
Give her hell for us
Chorus
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
stop just because
The people in the crowd are watching us
'cause we don't give a damn what they say
This is the- the remix baby
(Usher)
Come a little
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