[Intro: William Cooper (Killah Priest)]
(Yea pass that) *Sniffin' Weed*
Word up, word up, word up, haha!
That shit feel good right? 'Knaw'mean? (Yea)
GemStar The Regime straight up!
Black Market The Revolution (Yea)
Both sides of the coin (Exoticness)
You understand what we talkin' 'bout? (uh huh)
We givin' y'all fair warnin'
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Hot lead bust through iron pipes
Blood drip from the corner of a young thug's mouth
The hood life, is torn flesh
And his last bit of breath, pulses over dead flesh
Homicide hover like Vultures
Married the game, now the Earth's dirty and indulges
Should of seen him though
Niggas though his heart was the coldest
Left two seeds, little son Rod was the oldest
Two baby mothers, blowin' guns duckin' under covers
And his motto was, no one in this whole world love us
From the Womb to the Tomb, presume the youth's scars
Soul on ice, tears of a killer behind bars
When you curse God, streets is a gangsta's graveyard
My advice, in the meantime to you is play hard
It's real, when you deal with the cards you dealt
It's not real, when your seeds feel the pain you felt
Break the curse Disciple nigga paved the way
It ain't gangsta when your seeds go lay in the same grave
You die in the same hood, bleed on the same corner
The game's over, all of my niggas have fair warnin'
Yea fair warnin', symbolize life
(Yea pass that) *Sniffin' Weed*
Word up, word up, word up, haha!
That shit feel good right? 'Knaw'mean? (Yea)
GemStar The Regime straight up!
Black Market The Revolution (Yea)
Both sides of the coin (Exoticness)
You understand what we talkin' 'bout? (uh huh)
We givin' y'all fair warnin'
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Hot lead bust through iron pipes
Blood drip from the corner of a young thug's mouth
The hood life, is torn flesh
And his last bit of breath, pulses over dead flesh
Homicide hover like Vultures
Married the game, now the Earth's dirty and indulges
Should of seen him though
Niggas though his heart was the coldest
Left two seeds, little son Rod was the oldest
Two baby mothers, blowin' guns duckin' under covers
And his motto was, no one in this whole world love us
From the Womb to the Tomb, presume the youth's scars
Soul on ice, tears of a killer behind bars
When you curse God, streets is a gangsta's graveyard
My advice, in the meantime to you is play hard
It's real, when you deal with the cards you dealt
It's not real, when your seeds feel the pain you felt
Break the curse Disciple nigga paved the way
It ain't gangsta when your seeds go lay in the same grave
You die in the same hood, bleed on the same corner
The game's over, all of my niggas have fair warnin'
Yea fair warnin', symbolize life
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