Lyrics:
I was inspired by these streets I should have known better
Them niggas didn't give shit to me I got my own cheddar
Running ducking from police I
my message?"
Yeah I got yo' message, you told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my
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
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
,
I'm strong enough,
I might hurt your feelings,
My feelings are already hurt by being here with you,
Well, I was walking down the street with your
a lot of niggas went pop drop
so i thank you for my life and all that i got
i want to praise you and drop off a message to Pac
i was sitten here
So hard on myself but I still get by
March these streets with no compass just I
Curious guy always asking the reasons why
Still feeling alone that's
and power been men to pow out
We powed in the pavement takin the message to the streets
[chorus]
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
(KINGCHARLIE PRINCE)
Everybody’s killing us, even us
Now we at the point, we don’t know who to trust
The devil is busy,
I've sat in silence for far too long
At all the pain passing by
I've always said that it wasn't my fight
But was standing by ever right?
I wanna help
I've sat in silence for far too long
At all the pain passing by
I've always said that it wasn't my fight
But was standing by ever right?
I wanna help
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
Weider-Ciarlante-Danko-Helm
Tillerman tells a story, he turns a heavy row
Enter the circle where our
Spirit's sowed by soul
Move with the rhythm,
a message in the night
Baby is it hard to remember
I´ll be holding my own then your voice comes on the phone
Tjen you touch me and it´s caution to the wind
in a hostile foreign land
The message we're proclaiming is repentance and forgiveness
The offer of salvation to a dying race of man
To love
Brand new whip, brand new keys, hotel room ain’t paid by me
Everybody know Yayo made my beat, ain’t no body gon' take my seat
I want a big ass crib,
to a bird
wish you fly by
I wanna rock you back the street
Like baby bye bye
throw your bags in the back, imma show
you where its at aint no telling
if we
before I go, I've got one thing to say
I won't miss you at all
Life is depressive
Sometimes I struggle just to find a message
What's the purpose of me
the street why should you rule?
Delude them with false power as an ego driven fool”
Will the council resist or be persuaded in time?
By the devil’s
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
HA HA HA HA . . .
It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true where ever you find love
It
It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true, wherever you find love
It feels like Christmas
change the land
Get a message press send
Call the night, while I ride
By side of the devil
Watch me while, I collide
With the sky I'm a rebel
As I die,
.jpg/213px-Chamillionaire_and_Michael_Arrington_(cropped).jpg "Chamillionaire")
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