Lyrics:
decide to raid shiiiit
Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted
But now they got some new and improved state of the art
be -Legit:
Now
friends drivin Benzes, gettin paid
(Alright, everybody, get your hands up over your head and nobody move!)
...Until the drug raid
Oh well, I rather be
and I'm knowin' the crib raid
Oh they gon' act like this is all your fault
I roll a blunt, you grab a chair, we gon' sit down and have that talk
Racism
yelling raid
One hard brother that lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey,
warheads laid
Babies born in air raids
My girls run the Everglades
Indian tribesmen gamble spades
Indian chicks, they get men laid
Milk and honey, smoke
shades in the shade throwing shade
Real nigga in parades with grenades fuck a raid
Tell the 12 keep the fuck away
Nigga drive the truck away
The chapter
money im getting paid
Hitting bitches im getting laid
(Hiding out when the police gonna raid
Riding out when I lift that gauge)
Talking keys nigga get
outdated
Ask me 'bout myself or how I barely made it
I'ma trap this bitch out 'til the police raid it
Please don't leave me, I been feelin' lonely lately
right up out the clizouds
Whistles and chirps to tell the next nest to disperse air raids west of the turf
Or stand and swing hands like wingspans
strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire
No doubt!
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Nigga getting murdered for spot
the door to raid me, 'cause
All that I need, look at all the love we've found
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston
raids in the afternoon, the children are playing
Switchblades, colored red balloons, no one hears your praying
And it comes back to you, all the things
Certain species, the so-called Sanguinary Ants in particular
Will raid the nests of other ant tribes and kill the queen and then kidnap many of the workers
raids in the afternoon, the children are playing
Switchblades, colored red balloons, no one hears your praying
And it comes back to you, all the things
Oh! England, my Lionheart
I'm in your garden, fading fast in your arms
The soldiers soften, the war is over
The air raid shelters are blooming
a home
Called L.I., is where he stayed
Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid
He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies
I'm makin' this record,
every air-raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married a Texan
She looked from a distance our love was a lesson
He became drinker
turn your critical eye
From the burning sun and try not to cry
Merry-go-round again
A carousel
Passionate raid
An escapade, adventures eve
the storm clouds gathering
I must buy whatever tin food is left on the shelves
They're testing the air-raid sirens
They've built up the blood-banks
who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony
keep my head up for Richie Raid?
I keep my head up for guilty rays?
(Feel like I'm falling!)
Allez! allez! allez! allez!
Allez! allez! allez! allez!
strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire
No doubt!
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Nigga getting murdered for spot
you always got away
What it is that keeps you just that step ahead
No one can say
In one last raid the agents
Of the dawn break down the door
Pre>intro em am am7
G em
You stop in the old cafe where you used to play pinball
See am
And look for the air-raid shelter but it's gone
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