the dice Payin' a price twice as expensive as white kids Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
throat, fuckin' sucked But you news wouldn't on that You could give a fuck less never thought less unless Something happened in your suburbs I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little
fast cars, the hot girls, the night life the blue yankee to the back, the white knights sipping tequila with divas I can't stand, I'm too drunk, Jesus people
prolly never slammed crack cocaine for real, Or took them white things on an airplane for real, I had my young boy slang your grills, And this little
won't tell Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons [Incomprehensible], we'll stay for years, and years Red and white for blood cells, red and white
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people
Just get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike Let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they
It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama We earn stripes from killin', attack like piranhas It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama We earn stripes
real life Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes
Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we deliverin' high grade To the people in the pit
and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take
Well, this ain't no rag, it's a flag Old glory red, white and blue The stars and the stripes when it comes to a fight We can do what we have to do Our people
rhyme ain't done Then I took a trip to the center of the earth I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first I met these funny little people, they called
pain she felt At the precinct when a pre-teen was spotted at the scene Came up with the green, not a cop could intervene Listen here, you little motherfucker
Robin Leach Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year If people
it pass the 12th grade That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change Alot of people died for the right to vote We don't use white
suffering Deceiving trade, but the blade will shine. CINEMA SPINE Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I'm ready rearing to go Just a little
little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto