Lyrics:
Cause now I have a fanbase, get my army
You cancelled the only ever thing I ever wanted
So stop asking why the hell they leaked yo apartment
In my
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And all the niggas in
from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means,
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop
[Eazy-E]
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out
[M.C.
your path but you didn't know how
A record claimed star by the end of the week
Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street
The problems
fuck them)
Everybody, everyone's
Making money
Bloody money
Reach daddy pays by card
And pays a lot, pays too much
Now you are song machine
You're love
more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record
some
When you in the industry, you gotta face some
When you in the business scene, you gotta ball out
Hop out, ride in the limousine got them all out
loves algebra math enjoys albums and making cash
I'm often reflected as Hoffman in Rain Man total retard out of the cast to blame man
The same man who
snitch
Neither talk to the police
Islam is peace
If u know what I mean
I don't do this for cream
The music machine
Loving paper more than God is a sin
Ayy
the tapestry
Of my pollard family tree
I was no more than six
What more could she do for me
Before my teens
Than let me see her loyalty
As she called the police
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
attention
I was distant
I focused on the posters on my wall
Caught a vision
Now my words fall in rhythm
HIP HOP made a difference
Making albums ain't
the ground
As well as several bullet holes in the victim's home
Then Saturday evening, a woman told police her car was hit
By bullets on Witsell Street
the whole year went to shit before my album could breathe
Well now I can create in peace
But my mind is on no justice no peace
And how do I fit in the seems
in the neck.
Valmir Freitas Monteiro, 27, killed by a shot in the back
Those were the times of the “Democratic Transition” of President José Sarney’s
stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo
and cried
Just having my regular meltdown and realizing I'm never gonna escape capitalism
And I'm just gonna be a cog in the machine of productivity for my
She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh
somebody's comin to blow
Holes in yo' upper body, leavin a bloody coat
To be viewed by these dues who feel like this
When it's enough said it's bloodshed,
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
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