me Why'd you have to go You've left us all to go And get the answers I'm not going home right now, I'm not going to watch you go, I'm going home right
asleep Come on niggaz [Chorus x2] [Chamillionaire:] They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on
might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on
And then the on other one that ever showed me love Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs a striaght thug. Just me, my mama out here on our own So
the dope move situation sentence by this race nation go on a longer case and I really don't know how the fuck I should feel Is like I'm on a slave boat
may not like it but I won't stay late I'm treated like a slave and laughed at all day long My job has never been that fun Sometimes they even let me go on
: [Intro - various dialogue] Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin in your motherfuckin face But ain't a motherfuckin thing
rappers cursin') [3rd Verse- Shaggy2Dope] The country we live in was biult by slaves Beat down and murdered and stuffed in their graves You put a slave owner on
is difficult You find you get the same high cheap from sniffing dope Now I?m shooting with the neighbourhood people Nobody could save me from evil, I?m a slave
to keep our people stuck in bondage Slaves to the rings, slaves to the chains, slaves to the reins Most of these rappers is slaves to the game Getting
it to the Ho-Jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah Chorus(2X): [Big Boi] It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in
I'm touching on the ass boy go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy I'm from the South boy that's how it go boy we like to see em' drop it
lemons we made lemonade, But this nigga's paid, Ancestry of slaves, Descendant of Kings It's necessary I, Bling, Puts rings on every thing Where Timbs on
: [Nas] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My
niggas like slick money and ice We figure prison end should come with the light Along with losin' your life And there were no way we thought We'd go to
matta how difficult its gon get And you can bet whateva on this Im foeva gon spit Harder than niggas hatin on tip You can take away and place it on tip
holds the explosives! One just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he Stay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on me
hard to hold back Go with the flow, know what you know and show that Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack Smoke
