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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, live by the trigger
How the do you figure?
I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?
Every cop killer goes
They just send 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, probably be a friend of me
I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
Cause I'm the one with the trunk of
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape
You should to me cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cause it minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not
These are tales the darkside

You free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cause we ain't got it too in America
I can't with them overseas
My homeboy died a key of cocaine
It was and simple
The 9mm "pop" to the temple
"pop pop pop" was the I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I my ass in it for a minute
with trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my
gettin' critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, real slow
I yelled out 'Ice sucker'
The kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last
When I got a off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die
But to the light side it don't matter
It'll be a by homicide
But to me its just another from 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 apply to us is a nigga
it what you want, cause I'm comin' from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't role, sells his soul
Watch his head go
Who the fuck are foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the of my clothes
Matches the of the one on my face
As wonder whats under my waist
on the verge of them gettin' brown
That's a fact got a on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not