Lyrics:
'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain
"In a city that's upset by the challenge
Of racial
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
tryin' to find cells
Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
Morph
the place where I want to raise my kids
I don't know what everybody seems to think this is
It ain't a game, ther is no reign, they want America crushed
If you
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
Haha
Yo
Homage!
C-Lance on the beat
What! Yo
I'm painting the pic the way that it is
America's killing and raping it's kids
Nefarious villains
sure to be destroyed if we
Allow the people in power to treat us like a cop treats a minority
This is the supreme abortion
Freedom being murdered by
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
for some dick
I was taught by the OG's, lace me mane
When I was nine years old a student of the game
Used to be the lookout kid when them boys came
talking about America Like you know something. Who the fuck you think made America? It was made by Americans, that's why it's called America. That ain't no
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
Un-touch-able, inde-struct-able
Get in my way and we're dustin you
As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of
Money, cars, bitches and drugs
I prevail,
and told them stop please
These the kids of the neighborhood what the fuck is wrong with you police
Like go do that in your town to white kids thats off
Yeah, yeah yeah, uh and if you feel the vibe
Put your hands to the sky
And ride with the Kid
Southwest fly by and slide with the Kid
Uh huh, yeah
on Monroe, with no Kennedy (Leaders you know?)
Just follow these rhythms endlessly
The second time I got called nigga
It was online by this kid that was in my
Its Uno mother fucker there can never be two
But see I might have Dos, Duet, Duo, and Double
But that's not the type of dogs that I call when yo ass in
It's Corrupted
It's Corrupted
It's Corrupted
White power in America is getting lethal
200 years in a sequel
The system proves we're not level
Our
anyone ever say
They really loved her?
I feel sorry for her unborn kids
Melanie looks a lot like Bethany
She looks a lot like Tiffany
She looks a lot like
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
She hold me down blow a bag up in Tiffany
Out of my mind I just had a epiphany
Been through some shit now they look at me differently
Look at my files
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