-14 dear lord i live tha life of a thug. hope u understand 4give me 4 mi mistakes i gotta play my hand and my hand on the sixteen-shot semi-automatic crooked cop killin glock, tell me lord can u feel me ! show a way im praying but my enemies wont go away
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Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (Em and Andre) Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a b!$%h true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To us baby kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet
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The plan, to take command of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob figgaz love to act up The first to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash Screamin "**** the police," as I ride through the night streets Lil' child runnin wild, toward his danger What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers Maybe I'm a madman A pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman Promisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier -18 -19 Completely lost, revenge at all costs Payback's a b!$%h, switch now the trick's crossed Tossed up and never to be heard of A single witness screamin *lo**y murder, murder Blast tell me homey what you see now? A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro Homey had to blast on the task force Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back (heh heh) Upon my secret arrival Two glock four-fives, time for survival Death to my rivals, tell me what you want lord? Nobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh) The situation's critical Nothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier =20
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