didn't have to underplay it Huh, but I guess you got a plan Police is still killin our young black man Ah, I meant young black men It's less of us in
where they catch me (WHERE?) Straight into the street (WHERE YOU GOIN?) now im on my way to swap meet (SAY WHAT?) Tryn to make a mil without a record
I started Playing guitar by the town memorial All my songs were singing editorials And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount I counted my change and
guys Youknowiamlikedude; like fuckin This whole shit is bananas, y'know" El-p: "like you're gonna make it by dissing me You know the record
'm real My skills outstandin' Kill or be killed Niggas out to give me the blues Let 'em kill me, I refuse I'm down for killing But the one of I was
and you rollin and you ballin I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid I had changed
than fifty percent of us Endin' up with holes through the chest Through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers
and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the day, hey hey hey Hip-hop has changed (Young J. Bizzy, let's do it
label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label
Nothin for nothin leaves nothin.. betta do somethin Motherfucker punch ya in the mouth.. [Sigel] Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal Records; talk
break a bitch cot 22 years later and the block belong to me Underground Kingz for life, young Pimp C Put my first record out, at the age of 16 Rapping
it in this rap game Like normal teens we was young, black and broke So all we had was dreams You got a record deal and that's when everything changed
hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slangin' with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'll, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed
I feel like the only way I'll see fame and wealth, is to kill myself the same week my record hits the shelf. All you really need is a record label budget
. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret
Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent I remember when I was young All my people told me I could Be anything I wanted
without cats runnin' off I'm a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep Performin' X-rated fuck scenes, me goin' deep O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record