[Intro: Khayree]
Awhh yeah, break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall, Ray Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit...
[Verse 1: Young Lay]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin' further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin'
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got they nines showin'
Dirty pimpin' schemes, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin' back around in '96
All I gots is my six, my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tare me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack g's they left on a trap
A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin', that feelin' that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us
[Hook: Mac Mall]
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me
Awhh yeah, break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall, Ray Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit...
[Verse 1: Young Lay]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin' further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin'
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got they nines showin'
Dirty pimpin' schemes, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin' back around in '96
All I gots is my six, my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tare me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack g's they left on a trap
A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin', that feelin' that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us
[Hook: Mac Mall]
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me
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