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Peace don't me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the
I'm a nigga, gotta by the trigger
How the fuck do you
That I can say peace and the gunshots will
Every cop killer ignored
just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white
If I was old, they'd be a friend of me
Since I'm young, consider me the enemy
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
Cause I'm the one with the of funk
And tha Police' in the tape deck
You should listen to me there's more to see
my neighborhood a ghetto cause it houses minorities
The other don't know you can run but not hide
are tales from the darkside

You wanna Africa, I stare at yuh
Cause we got it too good in America
I can't fuck them overseas
My homeboy over a key of cocaine
It was and simple
The 9mm went "pop" to the
"pop pop pop" was the sound I put the down
And ran to the bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I ducked my ass in it for a
Covered with I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a fun
I home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
gettin' critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive real
I yelled out Cube sucker'
The kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I you last album
I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, niggas die young
But to the side it don't matter none
It'll be a by homicide
But to me its just another tale the dark side

Standing in the of war
In the middle we
When we die, we make Jet
+Ebony+ see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a
Call it what you want, I'm comin' from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes a Ph.D.
black, don't wanna role, sells his soul
Watch his head go
Who the are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the of my clothes
Matches the of the one on my face
As they whats under my waist
Standin' on the verge of them brown
That's a fact got a on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not