Lyrics:
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Pulled
Fitting qualified postmodernists
“get smacked ‘cause you’re blue Black,
Throwback to welts and twist naps,
’n[]gg[],’ you
Ain’t allowed to say that,
A black man dead
Shot down on the ground, yeah
Everybody get your cameras out
Yeah, another run in with your
Thin blue line
Everybody grab a picket sign,
A black man dead
Shot down on the ground, yeah
Everybody get your cameras out
Yeah, another run in with your
Thin blue line
Everybody grab a picket sign,
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
is it through instinct you fear
Wouldn't dare me to stare, one for yourself, you're out of here
Not to worry, to harm you not intention of my creed
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
to negative energy
keep on truckin, put in the work for a better way of living, get up get out n get it, don't let these evil spirits stop u from completing
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
faded
Ive been going out my Mind
Dont mind
These Fluids
Cause use it all the time
Sipp'n on that Codeine
Gotta few Pills on my mind
Crush it up
Put it in
wear blue, I where black, nothing but black
'Cause goddamn it's a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
On the trigga,
so-called history's a mystery
I'm about to let 'em burn
I show niggas no pity
Run in my fuckin' city
Don't like it, come and get me
Father please
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
um
Then pass um
Burn one
Even in the club gon burn one
Burn one
Burn one
Grabbed me a Dutch
Gon burn one
Do we gotta take it there
I’ve been to known
The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never
Hey what it is pimpin', Slim Thug 'n' T.I.P.
Doing it B.I.G wit' B.I.G (ye a ye yea)
Y'all understand wut im sayin (hey)
P.S.C. pimpin', y'all
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
Euro Cutlasses, 'Lacs dippin', swervin', niggas still servin'. Yea thru the valley of death best keep your wheels turning. Look and learn, tweed burn by
So I hid it
Put this outfit on
Knowin' that Trump might curse me
But, I still black out in
This all black Kaep' jersey
Listen, I don't think you heard
s***
Every time I see you I'm gonna hit you with that proper b****
F*** it n**** bring the blues really ain't got nothing to loose
Keep my name up
a black tool
They said "He hopped out
With some black shoes
His flag was black blue"
They said "He ran down with a Mac tool
He comin’ at you"
"Give it up
high club somewhere over Texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black Lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go
like his people
I refuse to bow to the white man's god
Burn down the whole religion calling out your fraud
All praises to the Most High
Yeshua Hamashiach
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