Lyrics:
We out here
The black blocks all up at the front in black bloc
Next to some wily white socialist and street doc
They are tear gassing us
Shoulder
"Keep 'em slum styles to delf"
Rum is on my right
Of black bastards and bitches
Which reminds me, i left 'em out
Two from my list of shit I
Don’t give
long but I stay strong
Tryna climb out this abyss
Sometimes I fall flat or I backtrack
And find myself in an abyss
It'll take long but I stay strong
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
diseases
30 millionth church for Jesus
And still our young eating out cans
Chiefing grams and weapons
I sold my first swam at seven
A smidget after first
rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm takin him out
He shouts but the barrel's in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or black
rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm takin' him out
He shouts but the barrel's in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm white or black
game shoot it better wicked knuckle game
Two bucks and change, chains on my rugged frame
Found fame the lane switched learned a new language
I'm a player
baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew lawd
I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
Mc's must be wacked when I syke from
right by the Black Gate,
And it's the fire provider til' I get back to Mac,
Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black,
Gettin' it with my
When da gun yuh back out, back out
And couple hallow tip clap out, clap out
Bwoy drop out, some gun weh clap up dung a
South mek light black out
Bwoy get
the yams?)
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor (Pryor, Pryor, Pryor, Pryor)
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
24/7, 365 days times two, I was
behaviour
He'll be out in 6 that my black friend
They shot him in his crib
Got his ass beat up by those gringo pigs
Fired 6 shots while he was peein'
on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Me and Boosie smokin' fruity, it look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes
to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S cla** on brodders
Watch out for them bitches that's wicked, they play wrong
Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live
Star bless the kids, soon sometin gotta give
you're white you can trust the police
But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your
They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your
Ayo, make my shit sound godly
Like that
Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda)
I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets)
It's all in your
stop (The bigger I shoot)
I said they treat me like a slave
Cah' me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain
Cah' we black
And man a say they put me in
Valentino all on my body
Big drip I walk around tsunami
Shawty a thottie on go off the molly
Black Louie belt like I mastered karate
Big lamb truck 2
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
You can't kill me, I'm a child of the King
(Elohim)
You can't kill me, I belong to Elohim
(God)
Black is my skin, hands up! Don't shoot
(African)
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