Lyrics:
crackers hit me up the road
They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wazzup?
They say them killas lookin' for me, wuzzup?
They say them
If racism ain't a color then it's damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then
crackers, Jews!
If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga, please
I'm treated like a fuckin' disease
You say, why do I
over
Slave-ships and shackles they owned us
Hold on my niggas there's no rush
Just hit a lick by a billion
All of Babylon is tripping
Crackers losing
I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I ain't
crackers be talking like I ain't a menace, I kill and forgive, I don't stress over vengeance
I need me a boat house somewhere out in Venice, I'm eating
writin' you a note
A letter to the KKK from the black folks
I'm tryin' to get it on tryin' to check the grip
And there goes officer cracker tryin'
that..
I felt like, he was being blessed by the God himself in a disguise..
That's why I'm telling you..
Hey.. from what you're saying..
It looks like it's
black running but crac-kers, so, why
I need to register?
But I'ma do it tho
Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote
Y'all telling me that I
more
Cut me so deep and you left me with scars (oh wuh huh)
I'm in silence oh woah (yeah) I'm in silence
I'm in silence oh woah (yeah) I'm in silence
No silence
Ain't no way you getting more problems
No silence No silence Ain't no way you getting more problems
Steady with the pace
& I'm working
torn apart by your ultraviolence
break my heart with your graveyard silence
in the dark take my soul i'm dying
break my heart with your graveyard
The streets got a law called ride wit your fire
A street nigga so the street law I live by
In these streets nigga only the smart survive
[gunshots]
The crackers
(Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give
Church let the BandPlay
I'm about to snatch you pussies
Up like I'm Donald Trump
I stay rollin' with them crackers
Like I'm Donald Trump
Surrounded
Babe come check how I live
Babe come check how I do it
I ain't fucking with niggas they weird
Rich by myself thirty kay I blew it
Really want a buss
Greatest Yet I took My Grill Out My Mouth Show That I Can Run Check Ayeee Guess It’s Time To Run A Check Got The Silence At The End don’t wanna See Ah Mess I
I don't know
What went wrong
You lost the key to our song yea
But we had it made for so long
There were nights by your side I would cry cause
California
Population none in the desert and sun
Wit' a gun cracker
Runnin' things under his thumb
Starin' hard at the postcards
Isn't it odd and unique?
California
Population none in the desert and sun
With' a gun cracker
Runnin' things under his thumb
Starin' hard at the postcards
Isn't it odd and unique?
mind like Judy do it
But I ain't hear to judge
I just wanna fudge out vanilla talk
Ima thriller by the way I moon walk
Who y'all coons for
Used up like
physically
That don't mean I'm not affected by the history
My grandmama was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain't got no motherfucking sympathy, you
as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of God, and it's odd
That Allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you
California
Population none in the desert and sun
Wit' a gun cracker
Runnin' things under his thumb
Starin' hard at the postcards
Isn't it odd and unique?
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