Lyrics:
been in it
Been breaded by the arm of the pit
It's outstanding, sights been caught in the mix
That's whether or not I halt bands
I'll gather them balls
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
this fire spit is not a myth
The eye of Zion, he's admired by the finest lips
Rhymers have all tried for his fire, but sadly all have missed
Been this
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table
Black Hoodie, Black Pants, Black Slides, That's Road Gear (Yeah)
Yes This Westside I Own Here (Westside)
Ice Buffies That's Gold Here (Ice, Ice)
Mink
Hey
The name who8kuz
But I'm still p-jizzle
Rapping ass, thurl ass, hood ass nigga
Still be in the cut watching smack DVDs
Playing badass playing
people ?
? Good Weather
? is my place
They can say I ask for good weather
Whether I see it or not
[Instrumental]
By the gates down by the springs
Lips sutty from the black and milds
I live in hoodies I been black for miles
Maybe kilometers
A Vagabond I been acting out
Cold slumber, waking up in
wicked and wild me ah
tell you bout the stats in the USA hold on wait 324,000 blacks
killed by blacks in 35 years them sort of things to my eyes
it brings
until I solve them
[Verse]
Another problem, man they keep coming
No defeat, I stomp my feet like a beat drumming
Sativa on my lips make me leap
do
Now ask yourself, which one are you
Ha, fall back
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
tend to stare in your eyes
(It's all about her)
They're black as night, when they roll on by
Our bodies shine while our souls ignite
Follow me and my
that thick
You need a chapstick
Then ad lip
200 degrees
That's little Juvenile
You not the original
That's boof buy
Best buy
The dope doper than
Have your white meat exposed Outside for the birds
Like a lunch truck, and any can Get it Just like the Losers Club
Get it? No? Guess you're not Wise
need a medic
They bust shots, I bust flows, I'm not offended
So stop all the politicin'
Know that I gotta get it
This is my house, and all you niggas is
you cold, yeah
The girls staying grimy can't believe we giving up
These niggas steady hating but we not giving no fucks
If he really wanna problem we go
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
'Cause you a child
I ain't been the type to smoke backwoods or them black and milds
It's still fuck you 'cause I'm doing me
My dentist specialize in
Black and deadly everyday but that's not my problem
Makin money with the family Black and deadly
Making Tracks, making stacks Black and deadly
Gangster
Going for a drive going somewhere by a lake
I don't know time but I know time knows my fate
Treated like trash so all your efforts go to waste
I always
Going out for a late night
Sky's black and it feels just right
Not scared that we could die
Diamonds on our fist if we wanna fight
Putting on our
Red, Black & Blue
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider
This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears.
This is my new foreign policy,
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