m a rider - thug live til I die Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to society Fuck Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawg I'm gangsta
And a cardiac arrest, cognac it?s the best drink To make you think you?re sick when you only got the sniffles If and when you hear a record, do you
me and you Sing it It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation It's funky,
em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm
'm a rider - thug live til I die Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to society Fuck Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawg I'm gangsta
. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care
Can't you see, you're not free you ain't never gonna be I'm not gonna bend to fit society I'm not gonna remove what's deep inside of me money's your god
Nigga, you know me man It ain't no thang to cock it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up [Chorus
Everybody's doin' it Who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Yo, who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Yo, yo, yo, who's
It seem cold to you But yous a soldier Got to keep your goals close to you 'Cause 25 with an L ain't closer junior Now in society You're labeled
be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You
Key Nigga, you know me man It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up [Chorus
closer to home They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?" Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me How is safer got me safe, that's
Monster Yo black magic devil horns Wake the devil, we perform We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn Ill child, Black label Society We exact wild on you
you're on your back and labeled just another casualty [Chorus 4 times] Time is running out for the planet Earth. ? you will make it, in society, or out of it What
wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane Yeah! I got a lot to gain Getting my label off the ground like David Blaine So now - what you
For individual taste If you don't like what you see Then get the hell out of their space Declaring art obscenity they exclude you from their race
put us to the test, women and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter Young or old it's time we loc' up and