Lyrics:
and quiet
If brothers don't receive they mail best believe we riot
Eatin' Jack-Mack ? starin' at walls of silence
Inside this cage where they captured all
here we are
United just for you
Our flat-top cuts are new
Because were on the move
Mister cee cuts and scratches scoob lover, my brother
The mic
some pornography
I hate bitch made niggas, I hate pussy niggas
I don't fuck with niggas
Like the KKK
Like the Klu Klutz Clan
Those are some kind
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
of girl
Nowhere else in the world, no
From the south of Decatur
She know where she came from
She benefittin' from what her mama gave her
My baby such
I see the importance of history
Why my people be in the mess that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers on the corner playin'
the same course
I know that we are up-side-down
So hold your tongue and hear me out
I know that we were made to break
So what? I don't mind
You cue
world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start
out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
the long time ago, I was to way the wishes wish
But missers miss, I slept through my appointment (man)
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify
way back home,
My baby said just what are you trying to prove here,
Do you really want to leave me here alone,
I said I'm staring at this ocean
people
Trying to forget they had to pay for what you see
It's a dream
With a nightmare stuck in the middle
But listen, brother, where would you be
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
(Hey man are you ready to go?) Yeah
Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from
Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from
Where I'm from,
a baby in a stable, by an unknown father,
Who, me, jelous, what do ya mean!, I'm a material girl too, I've been on MTV, once, I made a video with Mick
on another man's skin
We are lovers, warriors, magician kings
Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
call it luck
Why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a track-star, running through life
Chasing my dream
Best deal I made was trading the
Mic for that
yeah
(Hey man, are you ready to go?) Yeah
Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from
Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from
Where I'm
hunger, some by steel
And the bodies froze where they did fall
Their souls unsanctified
Until only another and I were left
Then just before his flame
battle plain on comrades soon must turn
So one by one we died alone some by hunger, some by steel
And the Bodies froze where they did fall their souls
are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, bcbe"
"So hold your head up, girl
And you'll go far! Listen to me when I say"!
Hands up
Lets go! I'm
Them little blacks hands are yours.
You can't hold the black brothers' hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands
Before you hold each
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