Lyrics:
saison 2
Fais ce que tu peux
Clic clic, ah! (Florida to Paris)
T'es mort dans le film, mo-mort dans le film
Mort dans le film, mo-mort dans le film
Y aura
It's a manhunt, it's a manhunt
If you got guns, then follow me
Pick 'em off for the
Dough like one-two-three
Please man, I got a fuckin' family
Ah,
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Never been the kind of guy who walks around ladders
And I open up umbrellas when I'm inside
Well, black cats that crossed my path, they never
[Chorus:" x2]
Who could it be (who could it be)
But that M double A-be (but that M double A-B)
And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff
[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?
[Masta Ace]
changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meetin'
Money and fame is fleetin'
You never really know the reason why two people
Black man, born free
At least that's the way it's supposed to be
Chains that binds him are hard to see
Unless you take this walk with me
Place
First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid
Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones,
Black and gray clouds willow in the balance as the sun falls.
Rain plays a heart warming tune, on the pavement.
Emotions stir.
A feeling
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
passports
Ass stay up in airports
Black man still gettin' no support
Compensation we ain't seein'
Split by Europeans
Damn treated less than human beings
At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters
Whose eyes are black eggs really
Upon a long
Be ready to shoot
Because they be sayin' us Blacks loot
New Orleans in the mornin, afternoon
And night
Hell no, Hell no, we ain't alright!
New Orleans
I want to spread the word
Of the earth and heavens
To end the anger between the two
Slowly slipping out of sight
To swim for days
Thinking
we could be happy it's up to us to decide
This incredible feeling could be passing us by
What's the point in giving up when, when we're doing fine
We
had that nine
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that shine
Put two and two together in a little bad weather
Gon' be a whole family on that
babies-babies makin' babies
Babies makin' babies-babies makin' babies-babies makin' babies
Twos and twos paying dues
Babies makin' babies
What you say-babies
finished
Can I live, huh
Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo
Yo, yo, yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out
Scream "what's that
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid
the talking if you talkin' bout a check
Fuck your two cents bitch I needa mil'
Tell me shit you'd die for, tell me who you'd kill
Just cause I got bodies don't
I just popped me a Perc', this the second one
How I whip a brick like a baby? Good negligence (what else?)
I just put a two on topside, black
Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up
headdress
Grinding like I'm soon dying, 'til I'm laid up, bed rest
It's Quelle Chris, all day shit, I don't need no playlist
Handsome, black
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