Naybahood ... Yoo man, I been doing a lot of thinking bout this gang banging shyt, whole time we had this whole thing ass baccwards cuh ... we don’t even know why it started.. on some revolutionary shyt ... BLACC PANTHERS .. long live Huey new, Fred hampton, and Bobby seale
Them Names Could neva go in vain homie .. Fasho tho
WRONG ENEMIES but WHAT IF ?
I’m Malcolm x , cuz I’m gone get it that’s By any means
Make sure my snub congested case i gotta sneeze on enemies
Sometimes I feel ... vulnerable on these cold New York city streets
Cuz I don’t know if God be hearing when Im down on my knees
But I’m Neva doley, 40 Stucc on me, Herbo skinny Jeans
You wouldn’t have made it thru ... what Ive done or many things I seen
My life a movie, NO COMIC but the drama and horror scenes
Even when I’m gone my soul gone scream I’m from R S C
Try be On different timing, it’s Time to end the geno-beef
But then I C a blood flag, AND Something Just get into me , MENTALLY
Now physically, I’m shedding blood n the streets
Sometimes I sit bacc like what this Crip shyt done did to me ?
Enough of the bro killing, need mo po killing
And no Im not tryna promote killing
But if it’s how you make ya living...
Just make sure it's not Yo mothafuccin kinsman
You speak to them craccers, look em dead in they eyes
Comprehend Every word they speak even though they tell lies
Trust they smiles, is suicide, might lead to ya demise
And give tight handshakes, just squeeze it until they cry
Stand tall my blacc Gods, any weakness you should hide
Don't let the opposition see king, you betta have some pride
We in this shyt together, know it’s me on ya side
Ima Ride, my brother in me you could confide
Them Names Could neva go in vain homie .. Fasho tho
WRONG ENEMIES but WHAT IF ?
I’m Malcolm x , cuz I’m gone get it that’s By any means
Make sure my snub congested case i gotta sneeze on enemies
Sometimes I feel ... vulnerable on these cold New York city streets
Cuz I don’t know if God be hearing when Im down on my knees
But I’m Neva doley, 40 Stucc on me, Herbo skinny Jeans
You wouldn’t have made it thru ... what Ive done or many things I seen
My life a movie, NO COMIC but the drama and horror scenes
Even when I’m gone my soul gone scream I’m from R S C
Try be On different timing, it’s Time to end the geno-beef
But then I C a blood flag, AND Something Just get into me , MENTALLY
Now physically, I’m shedding blood n the streets
Sometimes I sit bacc like what this Crip shyt done did to me ?
Enough of the bro killing, need mo po killing
And no Im not tryna promote killing
But if it’s how you make ya living...
Just make sure it's not Yo mothafuccin kinsman
You speak to them craccers, look em dead in they eyes
Comprehend Every word they speak even though they tell lies
Trust they smiles, is suicide, might lead to ya demise
And give tight handshakes, just squeeze it until they cry
Stand tall my blacc Gods, any weakness you should hide
Don't let the opposition see king, you betta have some pride
We in this shyt together, know it’s me on ya side
Ima Ride, my brother in me you could confide
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