To black kids wishin? they white kids when they close they eyelids Like ?I bet they neighborhood ain?t like this? White kids wishin? they black kids,
patriots when they way of life is threatened It's a hard conversation to have We lost kids, moms and dads, people ready to fight for the flag Damn, when did shit get
5th Ave., or run a library You got the right conversation, education, and looks With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks Baby get on
raise our children It's time for us, to really mold our communities It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship
as you can see (You got the check though?) I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though
than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy
your fuckin arms up and rock the dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked
I wake up, I feel brand new I live for you and I'll die for you too I love you girl I've been thinkin', times is hard 'Fore it get worse and it fall
' the bitter with the sweet Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of
Eightball: Close your eyes image just you and I alone No instigators or player haters in our zone It's on, we bone like two high school kids Breathing
a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid
girl just shut up and sit Before i make you suck my [ahh] Oh my god, you'd thought I'd say DICK But i wont say DICK 'Til you touch my DICK So get on your
the river bodies found in the alleys Bring the yellow tape, body bags gettin' zipped up Heads blown off wit', they insides ripped up Mobile phones flipped up
till my mates are all loving the tracks, No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks, And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map, Bust, Suffa on
know my style sucker, And now we made tracks to get you up like a fluffer Certified wise, notorious to rip cunts Dissin us will get costly like private
hey, brighter then the sun?s rays got a pistol on the playground. Watch the gunplay like. No kidding. No kids in the way, But the kids do watch. Gotta
We were born in this little town, growin' up I was countin' down every single day 'Til we made our get-away But you said you could never see yourself
You stand here beside me, and all the times you just pretend To be my friend... [Krayzie] Nigga get your hands up out my fuckin' pockets before I cock