if I'm not gon' see you later, man You constantly frontin' until you confronted on If you don't like what's goin' on, go on to another song 'Cause I keep a hater guilty
sell us clothes But we can't blame him 'cause We don't support the black stores And only God can judge or point the finger And what's white or black and red And blue
Little brother's got a habit That he thinks he's getting under control And he's selling all our love And best wishes as the hunger grows Living by the
' Your whole majors is frontin', triple in your front, blue So why y'all still theivin' from the Sunz of Man? Independent group, information must be leakin' out my faucet, true Aqua blue
, "Oh, are you sure it's my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top? Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear And a tattoo says
in Japan china man eskimo polko albino Australian aborigine pigmy yankee honky on the other hand you may not be so lucky duck season is the reason nonbelievers guilty
'm gonna make sure Daddy's grandkids can swim there like him Now we all oughta feel just a little bit guilty When we look into the eyes of our kids 'Cause brothers
gettin haunted by a stalkin-ass bitch! Oh yeah! Cause good game, I talk it And yet you so true, some women'll have you feelin blue like Crips I lay my
is just arrest you then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin low Once in a blue I check ta see
only reply Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood Maybe blue
jackin Police, wanna front; wanna jack On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin Gossiping about the latest Compton killin Brothers is deep,
is not more than a shame haunted from religions the edge of madness has arrived the deadly edge is crossed women enfolded in blue dead bringing capes brothers kill brothers
[Defari] A different caliber of MC This track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty of first degree soundbwoy murder Unlike anything out of
more cause brothers now chillin From every hood to block to corner to street Not black-on-black, the other color gets beat Mh, I guess it's time for brothers
drain the tires screechin' off next to a corpse in the streets of New York The dead corpse get up and talk Warnin' me off the brothers in my own fort
there's something I gotta do [Announcer:] And here's another old friend... devotes his life to righting wrong, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty