Lyrics:
dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix, it had to go down
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
because y'all haven't met
Keep on talking bad about Huey, thinking it make me upset
But it won't stop my grind cause Huey, he is already up next
Y'all don't
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
Poppa and our baby girl
That was our whole world, yo (still here)
This is for our fallen stars
Inspired by the poets, revolutionaries
And activists from
One time for pac and my niggas who died for this
I cried when I wrote this on God I'd die for this
If I go out ima do it like Huey P
If you gonna
he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas
a product of the tube and the free lunch
And who cares your daddy couldn't be here?
I'm a product of the tube and the free lunch
This is the music that
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
darling my bitch
Coz that shorty my bitch
Just who is
I don’t wanna go to hollywood no more baby
(California living ain’t nothing to me
Blue and sunny sky’s
is evidence that you can make it
This the for younger me that always feel forsaken
If them lies ever hit your mind just replace it
They hit rewind
cup
This generation corrupt, these people brainwashed with evil
My music is more cerebral, exploring just what you need to
So this your Exodus,
this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at
I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that
I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap.
I traveled
Brothers pushing up daisies
They say justice is blind, let me ask
This, if that was a fact, then
She would be livin' in blackness
That resembles my black
every morning
With a good morning kiss
I want to kiss you to sleep the same way
'Cause I, I know you like this
I want to do everything for you
'Cause
my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King
Huey p newton
Shout out malcolm x
I cannot rest until I get this off my chest
Four hundred years just filtered out the best
By any means ness
I
the coat its chinchillas
Surrounded by Zoes all Gorillas
For all this good i done in the the world
Im still a sinner
Took a couple Ls so i turned it
songs
She's a bad girl, I'mma give it to her right
I'm gonna make her my girl
Oowee, this girl's so bad, I'm tellin others chicks to kiss my ass
Who's
is my life, no Truman Show
My life, no Truman Show
Finessed school
Now I know what Huey know
Now I know what Huey know
Worldwide, so worldwide
My third
And I just want to let y'all know
Who I came down here with
I slid in here with Lord J
And Alamo with the A
And I came to get wreck, like this
I'm
End a new beginning still I'm in it surely
This shit right here was just a hobby to me
I been chillin like a villain to the ones that knew me
Hardcore
on the mission for the bucks
I love a girl for who she is, not for her butt, not for her butt
Hit you with that Death Flow, write your name in the Death Note
Who's
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