Lyrics:
This is your thug turned punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin' up when I drive buy 'em
Or its rpg's launched at me
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
now
Like Stevie Wonder ima speak out loud
‘Cause where you live is where you stand
And you shouldn't get chased by any man
Even if they got a stick in
Oh call me back, call me back
But the war it ran its course, they could find no use for me
And I live in the country now, grandchildren on my knee
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
blinded by numbers
We know what happens in place of a hard boarder
To those in power
Its your final hour
You damned our future
We told you before we wont
to dust and it's audible
I turn your 10-gallon hat to some particles
Can't even read what they wrote in my articles
I'm so illiterate
I can't even read
on the belt, sip by myself
Stay away from suckers 'cause they bad for my health
Blew a kilo in Cavalli oh I think I need some help
These niggas screamin' rich
standing around a lot of niggas being passive aggressive
Country on the way to another recession
The bell ring sit down class is in session
Let the teacher
no man at all crazy
CLc put the Benz in Mercedes
GLE for your friends that are waiting
cnd she fucking like she want my babies
Can't pop on no
no man at all crazy
CLc put the Benz in Mercedes
GLE for your friends that are waiting
cnd she fucking like she want my babies
Can't pop on no
girls call me a menace
But you'll endure that
Hell they put you through
To live just one more night in heaven
And I get it cause
Who love you more than me
gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time
also worked
At some hotel
And she's still alive
She lives in Florida
Hi, Bubbie
And my parents
They hustled
You know
My mom studied
Chemical
knowin what I'm knowin
Then live your life.. cause, we're..)
[Chorus]
(Cause, we're..)
[0-1]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big
child
No, I can't slow down, no (no, I can't slow down)
Yeah, we the leader, they just follow
Came in on some pop my collar, talk a lot of shit
I'm
That faces legal
Corruption with some of the most expensive
Campaigns in the world and many
Critiques of US foreign
Policy, which brings us to
This 1996
shit gotta bring some pampers with it
Young man got standards with it
Put it in your brain and now you cant forget it
Really im that guy check out my
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good
tight
Hope everything go right
My country boy said he need more pints
Niggas know me from Detroit I
Live that speed boat life
Plugged in with the source
I rather roll by myself, I rather smoke by myself
Why would I put my trust in you, when I cant trust myself
I rather be a dead than a broke nigga
I
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
cooking these eggs
I ain't no Bird Man
But you pigeons gone
Put some respek on my name
Should've could've would've
So I put'em in checkmate again
End Game
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