What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocksīut y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ? We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin? PresidentĪnd I meant every word in my letter to the President We might change and rearrange if you do somethin Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugsīlacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low? Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him dieĬan't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? My own black nation at war, whole family behind barsĪnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me? Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his kneesĪnd I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sentĪnd I meant, every word, in my letter, to the PresidentĪnd y'all wonder when it's gon' get better Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart failīut y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale President, it's evident, nobody really careįor a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair To people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glowĬadres of coppers patrol us like we some animalsĪnd it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbrokeįightin first my trained brain until it's not so
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While your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, digĭumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar On a mission listen more chips my goal and positionįirst on my decision I realized the same nigga It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartlessĪnd young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortableĬause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops Meant every word, in my letter to the President Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit I guess it's cause we black that we targets Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken homeĮverybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
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Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasiaĭear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kissĮach and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kickĬasualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countinĭestination Death Row, finally found a home Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspiciousĬause I'm seldom in the company of bitches Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on. Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got electedĪll the promises you made, before you got elected. I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
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