Lyrics:
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
With no god in the home... evil never let go
On the run... story loose on the street
If do they not cut off my tongue ima speak
Remember that they do not
glory
To forget
At once
The base Lenore
Quoth the raven, "nevermore."
"Prophet," said I, "thing of evil
Prophet still, if bird or devil
By that
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
the truth is in my reprise
They just scared cuz Cri Text and Evil Money on the rise
The black album of rap Cri's back and on the attack
The mill hat and skull
This is something that I call the flow
Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know
In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Black media right
Trust the God of the universe and don't believe the hype
Not from outer space but my God is in the heavenlies
Milky Way intonation I
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
a vicious bark
And there is no catharsis, no remedy to cure my ill
I know my soul is tarnished, they'll never know how to serve that feel
Black blood
my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
HAAANNN
Strap up your helmets for this one
All defense no brakes
Four Quarters
I’m not black
I’m not black
I’m not black
And thats a fact
I’m not
flow and blow
Puerto Rico Southside Latin you're feed pattern
Black people mingle white people buy my single
Bingo bangle let go my
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
I loaded my mags, I tried to go vote
The of two evils, a slippery slippery slippery slope
I loaded my mags, I tried to go vote
The less of two evils
my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
when Jesus
The cast of Good Times
Black skin, big lips, hair full of dreads
Prolly got his music bumping
Why He can't hear our prayers
'Pac wondered If
my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
"Oh my God, is that a black card?"
I turned around
Of death and not fearin' no evil
So, say I won't do it
Say I won't turn the music up and get to it
Won't come down, H Town all the way
To they town in an old
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
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