I let my fingers rest on her With greater pain and lesser worth Try to keep these saints at bay As I'm wandering this desolate earth So follow me around
a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill
swear I'll never call you bitch again Believe Me [Chorus] We came too far (I know, I know) To throw it all away (All that is dead don't change each other
to keep us out Besides drew they know no blacks allowed With intimidation and segregation was a way for our freedom But now were impatient Blacks the other skin: dead
other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock
And we got awful MC's and corny motherfuckers We got everything you wanna hear Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock, Classical to Country
trust in Dem tell ya things like peaceful interference and defence strategies When they move around the planet killing strange enemies They say dem built up other countries
General's gone mad in Vietnam Became a god a lonely one Once a soldier of great fame he was Now killing seems all the same in wars Sometimes the other
your competence Before I get another bitch cause I be on some other shit Higher than a mother ship Louie in my 7 trae Gucci in my other shit Gucci pass the other
cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He
t accept the code Equal opportunity to live in total poverty, execute the ignorant incarcerate the slow Car caressing managers choking up the avenues, brain dead
I'm scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
we come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia right? You know right now everybody wants to be from space And folks like to be from the country
the country bungies off bridges Without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in the ass clubs they go the other route turn each other
blood and death You know, that's what I was raised up on, that's what this country's about This is what my country is, and my country's a muthafucka
his young heart The seed of revolution sewn In cloth humbly worn While others are adorned And he grew into a man Not like any other Just like any other
: This is a story of seven brothers We had the same father but different mothers We keep together like a family should Roaming the country for the common
outlaw Until you just came off tour Yo you talk a good game, brothers around your way knows your name They wanna burn you in the flame The other day you
