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This Your Song Ma
Dear white fella
When I'm born, I'm black
When I grow up, I'm black
When I go in
sun, I'm black
When I'm cold, I'm black
When I'm sick, I'm black
And when I die, I'm still black
You white fella
When
you're born, you're pink
When you grow up, you're white
When you go in the sun, you're red
When you're cold, you're
blue
When you're scared, you're yellow
When you're sick, you're green
and when you die, you're grey
And you call
me COLORED!!
I'm a warrior
Aw man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch
Don't
change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin
in the hole if they test ya
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
First off fuck
your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked
your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and
Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin
at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces
now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street so fuck peace
I
let them niggas know it's on for lifE
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck
wit' me and get ya caps peeled you know see
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to
raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when
he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
when she was pregnant I'm
surprised I ain't retarded
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely
breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got
nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time
to be a ghost
Can you imagine me in player mode rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
Was it me or the fame My dick or the game
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot
next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser chased him with a stapler
and told him to
change the grade on the paper
I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme
a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont need security, this Gorilla enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the
bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might
neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop
lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein,
n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50
holla get em Buck you know im gunna get em
Raaaaa!
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna
let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know im
sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit
a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs
do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm
ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined
in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
Niggaz like
Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!
i see niggaz
that want to kill me come and do it im ready to stick a gun to ya head an bust a clip never trust a hoe i kill a bitch while
i get high i can be a millionaire bet i could if i try i see hoes on the corner its quater to five whos the next to die is
it you or is it me i dont know but it dont matter to me i try an run but no can do untill i pulled out that gun kno im locked
up in a prison cell its a livin hell i cant do this any longer i busted out of jail got shot 8 times im a livin legend they
say i remind them of pac thats not a fact cuz i aint black
Fuck what you into
Fuck what you been through
Fuck
where you going
Fuck who scared of you
Fuck if you did fed time
Fuck ya clique
Fuck ya glocks
Matter fact Fuck
ya block
Fuck who you pulled out on
Fuck you!
Fuck ya bitch
Fuck if you been outta town
Fuck ya fake ass ice
grill
Fuck ya life
Fuck ya motherfuckin' nine to five
Man I don't give a Fuck about you
I don't give a Fuck about
your hood
I don't give a Fuck who you know
I don't give a Fuck if you gettin money
I don't give a Fuck who's watchin
Fuck
if you bullshittin
Fuck ya shots off?
Fuck where you came up
fuck how you got it
Fuck ya whole situation
Fuck
ya album
Fuck ya plans
Fuck ya niggas
fuck ya role man
I don't give a fuck
Fuck ya pleas
Fuck ya rules
Fuck
you you fake punk ass nigga
and Fuck how you ran shit
I don't give a Fuck if you diesel
I don't give a Fuck who you
be
fuck if you want it
Fuck if you grimy
Fuck if you floss
and and Fuck these bitches right here if they not fucking
Okay,
I'm reloaded, okay the heats loaded, okay now we rolling okay
My .44 peace talking, sound o-so-sweet talking
Do more-more
street talking, than Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well
Hell, you looking at the
preview of "The Matrix 12"
El rock them, I'm here to shake the bells
Shake the bells what's my name
You got that
gear right, I'm not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right
Fuck driving reckless, my
mind is reckless
Plus I stay with two time crime offenders
I can't give it up
Like an old man who can't get it up,
I'm not a man 'til it's up
So now I'm rapping bad, I'm back I'm badder
Shit, ya'll probably think I'm taking rap viagra
Got
as many songs than Pac had on lock stash
I can pop songs just like I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch fag
I'm
here to get the keys to the lock back
Open the door, close it and relock that
Don't touch, stop that, it's locked black
And
guess what, I'm back
I'm back
Ya'll got a problem, his name's Santana
I'm back, uh-oh
(No one to play
around, we'll squeeze them hammers
I'm back uh-oh
Say hello to my little friend, hello 'fore I pull again
And
show you my bullets friend, hello my name please
Straight bring the llama, for cake stand behind you
Make plans to
drop you, I ain't Aunt Jamima, nope
Bitch, I ain't here to wine you, I ain't here to dine you, I cam here to pop you
Shit,
and I came here for lobster
The whole damn sha-bang and they ain't bring the pasta
Now I got to be rude, they ain't
got me my food
I'm not gone be used, shots gone eat through
This kid small body, and this big long shotty
That will
just make shit here all sloppy
Straight out the pot I'm ready, straight out like rock I'm ready
Or more proper, I'm
straight out like hot spaghetti
It's rock and roll time it's lock and load time
Show time, adios amigo, got to go
time
Yeah, but I be back right at you, twice back at you, like Christ back at you, yeah!
You be like damn, that's one
nice ass rapper
I kind of like that rapper, I want to be like that rapper, no!
No, but if you bite that rapper,
I
might bite back at you, with the right feel at you, whoo!
Yeah, I know that might sound bad, but it's
I'm back
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