Lyrics:
my palm
Won't you take a walk with me through the Compton Vietnam
And let me show ya, fools much bolder
A busta is a punk compared to a fuckin
Vietnam?
(And your mama want to ask why? Hah hah haaaa...)
And my backyard is a concentration camp...
(Man, fuck them, man...)
And you wonder why
Hidden in the darkness
Surrounded by the night
Shadows won't appear
Til you cast a little light
Energy blocked by matter
Always gets around
Over, under,
tryna get by
Bratlife forever
Aye
Yeah
Crimetimes in my city
Crime is high in my city
Police wanna know who did it
Please don’t get me into it
I cannot
to find my way
Trapped in my own mind
Disturbed by my thoughts
Mental warfare
Major battlefield lost
Scars invisible
So they think i'm invincible
Need
Down like the plane that held Aaliyah
First time I ran to the pharcyde
And met my dealer
I learned
The art of bars that whipped harder than a seizure
I
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my
Yo, it was a ghetto Vietnam I tried to flee and harm
Me and Har my nigga Buddha caught about three in the arm
But one traveled to his abdomen
I grabbed
Vietnam if you study history
What you learn is that
Wars are always accompanied
By lies wars are always
Accompanied by deception
I'm on my marathon, rockin' my teflon as I move on
Through the trenches of bullshit like Vietnam
Me and ours throwin' haymakers like Mike Tyson
No
I'm on my marathon, rockin' my Teflon as I move on
Through the trenches of bulls*** like Vietnam
Me and ours throwin' haymakers like Mike Tyson
No
tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't
catcher
Yeah, I was sown in the dark
Growing underground Artichokie you narcs
I was thrown in the dirt, but then I rose up the charts
Now you thorns in my
nights.
But his wedding band rests,
On their bedside that night.
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war.
He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming
pushing their agenda
Telling us that the only way's to hate
But the way I see it we're all the same
We're all the same
My brains been in the weighroom
Keep my kahki's creased right, with my girl in my ride
I used to be local but now I'm Worldwide
Afromanmusic.com blowin' up like vietnam
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Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we
black is black is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Judged by both my race and color
Don't you know we need
to hustle no more but the streets won't let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6,
I'm sick and tired of my generation getting blamed
For the state of the planet, I'm sick of my generation getting called
'The TV generation', "Well
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
a recent masturbation
Master medulla, mystical eyes of Medusa
Drown niggas like loops with
Or without a producer
I used to, want to be accepted by my peers
at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a forty-watt
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