Lyrics:
when to play hard and when to play easy
Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody can't tell if I'm first or last
valley you was higher then self
Work, short from another fly guy
By george i think he's got it
Chicks gooms and lump sums
Trickering 5-0 wild to be like
George, it's R Rated in PG
No comic books when I seen robbin' (Robin) up in DC
From block to block, hood to hood, it's obvious
Love from real ones and bad
killed by the blue
My Papa, Mama says, lives on in you
Sandra couldn't drive fast enough
They're out here killing our young
Trayvon and Tamir are just kids
on the george washington and now jeru' turnpike
Head feelin right from a long-ass night
Whoa, I see jake, so I let off the gas
So I was doin fifty-five when I
The More I spend time with you the more I see,
Cupid Must have did a drive by on me,
UnDisputed Loving is all u give to me,
And when Ya go away, your on my
George Lucas, let's do this
A long long long time ago this happened y'all just stupid
Frame by frame for you lames
What? you wanna fight?
You saw it in
to silence
while i'm saying free palestine from the tyrants
(its appalling)
i don’t even know if i can handle this pain
everyday’s a murder, kids get put in
you never woke up
Oh oh you never woke up
You're so tall they could see you from down the block
I sure am glad that you stopped by
Play that one called
the day they stole our smile, so we clothe our teeth in gold
and we frontin, from nigga to kid, to Son of God
It's wild dependin on labels for man woman
From the pocket of an honest preacher
To the empty hand of a homeless bum
To the cash drawer at the liquor store
Where he bought a pint of rum
attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin' Buddha Philly blunt style
the Zig Zag can't fuck with the Phillies
Holdin' down the wild west like a kid they call Billy
Once again it's MAC 10 the gold crown holda
Strong
Hit the water hit the rug it's salat time
Muslim champ like rahmon red gloves and a Glock nine
Silk shirt like I'm don won park the Benz by the stop
can't picture my life without you cause it gets scary (Gets scary!)
When I'm down I need you around in a hurry (In a hurry!)
And calm me down from my hard
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
Where the boogers at brown skin, curly hair
Tell 'em J Boog is back i be too brick
Insane in the membrane from the empire
But I keep my mind in the pen
campaign contributions came from Wall Street kids
Who got the bailouts? Follow the paper trail
Do you want real change or just to chase your tail?
Wake
make it home from all the state troopers
And all the stray bullets
They Tryna copy our style like they ain’t took it
But the kids will change the world
blowing good greens
Mac hang from my neck by a shoe string
Return of the Mac we serve dope feens
Trap slap lunch time Mickey Ds
How far could u go with
The crucifixion's my weapon
I take the shield from the knight
And stick it through your intestines
And that's just in day's work
My motivation killing sincerely taken
So many Niggaz wit eagles around me
You'd think a Nigga from Philly
Bitch always ask why it's killers around me
I told her bitch mindyabinezz
Baby my
a Saturday
Motor city throw a frenzy
No pity for those that go against me
Don't tempt me Be ever so gently
Fox kids the block wiz Oh so Phillies
the beat at me you know I'm a spaz
I came from the bottom
I'm flipping the packs
Pockets of George to filled with the Ben's
From a Toyota to whipping a Benz
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