Yo Yo Yeah g? That trip to l.a., may be Why I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah well your boy got knocked ! I don't know what this is about, crazy man about a gun
"the court keith elam to the stand. Please the bench."
Yo got me handcuffed, I'm down in central booking Things are up, the way my future's looking But I'm too fly, i'ma this scenario some power moves and tighten up my bankroll Chumps are leary though, see me as a threat I'm like the black dutch when you get me upset 5-0 makes me flip, larry davis style Got a nigga depressed, while he's awaitin It's ok though, cause grey skies comes blue Through darkness comes light and I be 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. says they got me on a I'm tryin to live my life, so the fuck is you tellin me? The streets are war, that's what carry weapons for And I the weight as I did before The next thing you know, they got me on the A rapper arrested, showin me on video Of course I know, that I'm a role But yo rap life is real life sometimes it's full throttle Right now I gotta about me fuck the industry You gets no love, except those who me What's the story, what when I went to L.A.? Mixin shit up, no not there I got Nothin happened, mind business yo step You we connect, jfk 2 lax
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They wanna us all up, and throw away the key Don't wanna see us up, don't wanna see us makin g's Long as we know is the key to our destruction make 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, supposed to why you gotta regulate your own mindstate Read, study and build your inner power The next level, doesn't cowards For example, I know rich nigerian Powerful american that's proud to be an He me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped I told him I'd it broke it down in a rap you got naps, braids waves or no hair Without esteem for nigga, you goin nowhere And you can swagger like you as josey wales Unorganized revolt almost always mostly up the savage ways, be effective soldiers To elevate the mental is to be poor no There's war in the streets, prepared men best Our rhyme is as as it gets, jfk 2 lax They're always makin trouble yo, the righteous Killin us in cold blood, those beats vipers And as I sit feelin the in my wrist I vow to that i'ma change this shit Or at least I gotta try, or of me will die And only by action any ideas solidify So I inhale, as I ponder This grown man will mistakes no longer I've been there, I've seen how they make us fall To their tricknowledgy, with no I diss em And so I rip to dope tracks I caress You're gonna hear about it, jfk 2 lax
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