Let's organize the brother's and put them together
Arm them for the defence of the black community
And it will be like walkin’ up to the White House and sayin’
"Stick 'em up mother.." we want's what our's
(Son rise why you want?)

Yeahe word to Kane nigga
Stay two gun's up
Killer Kadafi they stupid? Hehahahaah
(Bo-bo bo-booooy eehiihiiiiiii)
I'm on some shit to make your tummy's turn
Full clip's ready to pull quick
Fuck all that bullshit I ain't concerned
It’s evident I need dead president's the city slicker
Jersey jigger feel my residence touch evidence

Fell the change in the weather
Flight ticket to see's ya
If I pull out pop a shot
Y'all likely to kick it in peace
Told your boy if he make noise he gon' eat that shit
I gave my word to you Yaki I'ma keep that shit

Trapped in these bar's of crime
Droppin' picture my nine hittin' cowards up
From their feet to there spine
In this game all rules apply
With no exception's all niggas die livin’ high
With no easy exits
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