Lyrics:
phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I
That's the sound of the police
Kismat inakujanga one by one
Thank the Lord nawasha wolangalan
Naskia gyalis anataka a badder man
Kumbe mi ndio neighborhood
up around 2 Pac’s they were all on death row
Yes my brasse ran from the police and the metro’s
And if there’s a little shoot out do like Jhon and get
put up with constant harassment by greedy landlords
Who want to throw them out for higher rents
These rich slum lords go to ruthless extremes to evict
to live like this
The house does not belong to him
It was paid for by the landlord’s own blood
I know he’ll never give it up
The thief will keep on trying
landlord your mama nigga no way that you gone son me
All them niggas in past
I pass by v twelve humming
I'm coming for everything
I want like this
fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two guns in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and they fuck with the niece
the police
Herbs from Addis (Herbs from Addis!)
I got the trees (Yeah, yeah)
Which side you live? (Which side you live?)
How many you need? (Yeah, yeah,
pinned to the ground by (I can't breathe)
Minneapolis Police. After Cell phone video shows one of the officers put his knee on (I can't breathe)
George
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up
Y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with
funny how the courts exonerate police for the pain
Agony and anguish
How we move like aliens but speak the same language
Use to teach the youth of what
That Christmas, the landlord came and hacked away the holly bushes
That grew by the front door
My mother watched from inside
At the window, angry but
Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up
Y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with
find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by
reporter Vernon
Odom following developments
He joins us live at police headquarters
Tonight with the very latest
be playin my songs on the radio
Everybody gotta understand
Happiness is not by chance
But by choice
I'd rather get chased
By the cops than the devil
Huh
I just need little bit of paper mane
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell the police they can't catch me
Yeah
And tell them
Pedro lives at the Wilshire Hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard
He's got newspapers on his feet
And his father
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
Shawty' you ah' diamond dime
She' movin' like an op, yeah, she' movin' like police
Shawty' you ah' diamond dime
You' be actin' funny, but you never
[02:01.21] Why don’t you police police
[02:02.31] When they are killing ppl week by week of color tryna make it decent living?
[02:05.15] Type em in and you
I've been watchin' you
Wherever you go then trouble follows too
You better take some time to figure out what's wrong
You better live your life and try
The 17 better, precise when me aim e (ta-ta-ta)
Buss out dem head cah dem feisty (rrah)
Pussy cyaan' live inna safety
The Glock n'ave no safety
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