up her last name She was wit, but he was pimp like, just like Ike was Treated her like it was the Fight Club Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white
Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's ? moccasins Matt black paint polished rims Fuck you
Wesson win a blessing The angular slang blow spots, bang, 11 Hangin' like bats,'cause the 12 inch wax Say scorpio and my hair say 'fro And my blood say
offer To black kids wishin? they white kids when they close they eyelids Like ?I bet they neighborhood ain?t like this? White kids wishin? they black
you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun [La Femme Nakita] Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light Ya chances of survival, like
to place his mug, the D.A. tryin to taste his blood And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace
, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love
Leave them like them Jordans, red dot, leaking I'm fifteen when I first starting copping pies You forty six just turning blood, stop at five It's like
need your love Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it I don't need your love, no I don't need your love I don't need your love Cause, the, game, don
on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a black planet 20 years of blood
, undo your seatbelt for takeoff You are now free to smoke about the cabin Dr.Dre: I?m Dre from back in the day from NWA from black and the gray from
slave ship Count 'em fallin' off 1, 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time Blood in the wood and it's mine I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain Like my brain bein' chained
ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a project sink Busted open like
between love and lust Because I love the love But I'm in love with lust Walk up to your bitch and tell her I would love to cut And when them devils
no sleeper cell I'm the bomb and the anthrax in the mail on the side lock death, pour the 'lectric koolaid white light, voodoo magic imma black plague i'm the blood
[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~] I'm a nice guy My lifes a light sky So Much love I might cry Not! Nice Try I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
killa! (Killa, Killa) Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) Serial killa! (Killa, Killa) Verse 2: (Monoxide Child) Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you like
Chorus x1 (Lynch) I run through ho's like pounds of weed sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50) and all these years i cant believe somebody put they
