Yo Yo whassup g? That trip to l.a., may be Why I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah your boy guru got knocked ! I don't know what is about, sounds crazy man about a gun
"the court calls elam to the stand. Please the bench."
Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm down in booking are fucked up, the way my future's looking But I'm too fly, change this scenario Make power moves and tighten up my bankroll Chumps are though, they see me as a threat I'm the black dutch schultz when you get me upset 5-0 makes me wanna flip, larry davis Got a nigga depressed, he's awaitin trial ok though, cause from grey skies comes blue Through comes light and I be known as the guru And this I certify we all be alerted by The traps within the system, our is gettin murdered by The D.A. they got me on a felony I'm tryin to my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me? The streets are war, that's what brothers weapons for And I take the weight as I did The thing you know, they got me on the radio A rapper arrested, suckers me on video Of course I know, that I'm a model But yo this rap is real life sometimes it's full throttle Right now I gotta think about me the industry You gets no love, except who support me What's the story, what happened when I to L.A.? Mixin shit up, no not I got family Nothin happened, mind your yo step You we connect, jfk 2 lax
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wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key Don't wanna see us come up, wanna see us makin g's Long as we know is the key to our destruction Let's moves no discussion
Peace to my man hass, and orange man payin the All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers tossed Into the system, to rehabilitate It's why you gotta your own mindstate Read, study lessons and build your power The next level, tolerate cowards For example, I this rich nigerian Powerful american proud to be an african He asked me why do all us be gettin trapped I told him I'd explain it it down in a rap Whether you got naps, braids or no hair Without for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere And you can swagger like you rude as josey Unorganized revolt almost mostly fails Give up the savage ways, be soldiers To elevate the mental is to be no more war in the streets, prepared men know best Our rhyme is as as it gets, jfk 2 lax They're always trouble yo, against the righteous Killin us in cold blood, beats those vipers And as I sit feelin the in my wrist I vow to myself that i'ma change shit Or at I gotta try, or part of me will die And only by will any ideas solidify So I inhale, as I ponder This grown man will make no longer been there, I've seen how they make us fall victim To tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to tracks I caress gonna hear about it, from jfk 2 lax
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