cops and robbers T-shirts and white caprices, my daddy used to call him johnny I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me They took a shot nearly blind
I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble [Mac] T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Jonny I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me They took a shot nearly blind
much more, but still we choose to ignore the obvious We are the slave and the master What you lookin? for? You the question and the answer We trust no black
gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one 'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showin' out for the white
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin' fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride 'em like the jet black
baby The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
out of the barn, closing the door behind her. He pours gasoline around the barn and lights a match. The barn bursts into flames with the man still inside it. The scene
been All this time is wasted Standing on these actions Quick jolt to reality These mind terrorist Invading a black sand beach Extinguish a scene of
The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me Flash and Theodore, super cuts that blind
can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cuz they slam ya down to the street top Black police showin out for the white cop Ice Cube
real niggaz don't make a scene Bitch niggaz publicize it, and end up with ten to fifteen Talking about how they done crept up, on a nigga from the blind
I'll serve you straight from the kitchen And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon Listen. I'm deaf and blind to your fallacy war Like a
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
so? [Tonedeff] How dare you question my motivation! [Deacon] No need to second guess, your only aim was to be famous Lord knows, you've left behind scorched souls Black
Southside worldwide!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse 3:] Take a ride On the side Where the weather stay dry Poppers ride plenty deep Behind the shit that you drive As I creep the scene
from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big