Lyrics:
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
lips
Now watch me sprout like a tulip
Aim for necks
My marksmanship is god
Compared to a Cupid
Bang the set
I'm really saying fuck the gang
This
do man i'm the dumb nigga that chose
To go to school, man
This shit is not College Hill material
Bought books and got milk in the fridge
But no cereal
Hook
Uh Judge me by my color of blood not my
Skin or race we seen what that reality does
Judge me by my color of blood we all
People we all equal
knununu, kununu
Kununu, knununu, kununu
Day by day you dey burst my bolo-bolo oh
You got me like woah woah woah ah
You feel am abi hmm-hmm-hmm
You sabi
, Generation Next
Droppin' fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is
kitchens
And get into my pantry get my blackberry jim jam that I'd pick blackberries
And make a jim jam in the winter time to take out on the shrimpin'
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
something else that you could not probably be
Topping me is a lot to beat
You got it g
Meeting new people feel like I'm renewing the sequel
Getting older I've
feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack,
you are a hater
It is not to your bad taste I will cater
I will not be influenced by Alastair Macaulay
Haglund is trash for the names that she calls me
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
Around With Jim
Well Out Of South Alabama Came A Country Boy
He Said "I'm Looking For A Man Named Jim
I'm A Pool Shhotin' Boy, My Name Is Willie McCoy
I'm gonna go pray at Betty Ford
And they told me that life is fair
But I can't smoke a plant that was made by God
But I can kill my wife if I'm
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
roll somethin'
Get twisted, that's on Jim, nigga (I really mean it)
Harlem! Man, we here to stay
It's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really
on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in
Shakur on the scene,revolutionaries is what we bring
Next is Nipsey hussle,Tupac of his generation
Man this all remind me of COINTLPRO agents Infiltration
Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
to do was say
That you wish you would've just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human
said, what goes around comes back eventually
And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please
Remember kicking me when I was down
Cause that's
as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of God, and it's odd
That Allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you
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