me and i'm the one who cant feel what the black and white is tasted with you but, i can leave anything i want in my life but sometimes i have to how on trust me
where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don'
like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions
no matter what and kie kakeru ai Nothing can kill the one you love (Real fighter ha? Break it down ha?) Deep inside you, the pain remains and itami kizamarete
of hurt me inside that they were glad he died And I ask myself just who had the power? The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower You see the whites
it said to someone Maybe it was me There is a reason to experience Psychedelic so we could see To be growing up before us Like the black and white of
with out a clue I know you're hurting but at least tell me that you're okay Admit to my mistake and you should know That it's killing me inside and I
white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and
one knows just what?s inside Doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind Black maybe???? I heard a white man?s yes Is a black maybe I
? [Bizzy Bone] Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt, Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech
me) well if you hear me (i want you to kiss me) i said father dear (i know you want to fuck me) well if you hear me (but why can't you love me) i've
But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks I'm low down and I'm shiftee And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck
a verse And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was
fight peach Take the P off the peach because now you want each and every rhyme to teach and reach You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak
shorts and white T-shirt and I told the bouncer they being disrespectful 'cause like you we working I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would
the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped
