on face for all we?ve dreamt all hope is gone all is lost what?s left? an empty shape can?t run can?t hide all that wasted energy that never
ha haaaa ha haaaa Tulisa: Dappy, turn my mic up. Ha haaaa Tulisa: Today is the day that I?m gonna? tell, Just a lil bout myself, [Myself.] All of
running in, Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against, The race war, when it's us against all of them, They subconsciously low talk us, And probably all
m running in, Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against, The race war, when its us against all of them, They subconsciously low talk us, And probably all
in favor of the house If all the people in the world would say together We're all black and white, we're all day and night If all the people in the world
What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack Shai-tan's way of gettin us back Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps [Storm] Who's got the
is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime
, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all
to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just
Son of God just hanging like a common criminal When I do wrong I am with God, she thought When I feel lost I am not at all So give me Black Light (Give
she looked back again Her hair was black as coal Her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost She had a young child cryin' in her arms I asked "Senora is there
Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue I'm here for you, close to you Blood in and blood out We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out Guns is just spraying
a joint first... Here, Pace... [Young Zee] 95% of all y'all rappers butt And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts You'll get your
closest they gon come is Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a
I don't see none of them All I see is Slim Fuck all you fair-weather friends All I need is him Fucking backstabbers When the chips were down you just
