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But yo, anyway
Check this out
You know we do whatever we to survive
Drop it!
When I'm talkin' rhyme time
To blow your mind time
Some say there's nothing worse to hear some nigger curse
They call me rude, some dude's firery attitude
Claimin' I boast, smoke and sometimes sing the Blues
I slang metal and settle
Try to never back-pedal
From the power some got
To get a nigger shot
The null and void
I test the paranoid
Never had to be bad
My momma raised me mad
So what I got, is hot
Love my life, a lot
I'm never sad, just glad, that's why I thank my dad
Nuh-uh. I ain't wit this
Boy Whatchalike?
I ain't wit it
Dem never gave a fuck about what I said
Now dem listen
And they wanna clock my head
Bo!
I ain't wit it
This is what I mean
Anti-Nigger Machine
Instead of peace
The police just wanna wreck and flex
As a kid
What I did was try to be the best
And so they fingered the trigger
Figured I was the bigger nigger
And started to search
So I headed West
Went to Cali
A rally
For a Brothers death
It was the Fuzz who shot him
Not the Bloods or Cuz
I wondered why it was like...
So, I just held my mic
But in my mind I was blind
So I just tried to find
A reason we was
Just the way that we was
So I just stayed in the crib
Until I got a buzz