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[Commission #1] Who's the man and what's his plan is it to kill off all his niggas ? It's the 90's motherfucka we no longer stays the cotton pickas We be gangsta's fuckin soldiers riders ride and you feel me If mista master touch this nigga then that bitch gon have to kill me See yall lil niggas or trill niggas your defense is try to jill niggas See I was called a real nigga but also known as phil nigga A house nigga a bitch nigga kissin up to the man Yes sir master no sir master but ain't part of the master's plan They used to beat us and mistreat us tying ropes around necks Now them bitches want to be us and hang around our sets They used to rape our fuckin weaks destroy our dreams and steal our hopes So I'll be that snipa sniping at they heads through rifle scopes [Chorus] Its so hard with these shackles on my feet Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep [Commission #2] That ole slave shit Was gay shit Cause niggas didn't want to say shit But If I was 40's bound I would of turned that shit around Look here master pick that cotton And you bets not miss a spottin Letras de cancionesAnd if you thank about escaping I'm gon shoot you while you trottin I'm feelin horny fuckin right BOY I'm gon fuck your wife tonight I'm gon do it out of spite cause I'm a nigga and she's white I waxed that ass yesterday and if it seems you still revealed so when I ring this fuckin bell Hangings taking place at twelve They'll be phil honkeys and house honkeys kid honkeys doin laundry And those I didn't included will be entertaining us like monkeys As for riding shotgun fuck that I'll be in the back countin my riches That way I can keep my fuckin eyes on all you bitchez [Chorus] Its so hard with these shackles on our feet Its so hard all the things you done to me Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ? Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep [Commission #3] Now lets talk about the people with the white sheets and burning crosses Roamin through the night wit they torches Sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man Swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man Its that type of story down south how they jus fuck over a nigga Have us hangin from tree limbs God the shit gets grim Its us against them But the bitchez got the upper hand Cause we robbin from our own land It was to many to take a stand So we ran Through the underground railroad like Harriet duckin off Walkin through water and shit to hide ourselves from the dark [Commission #4] Now the hands of time then turned since slave shit and whips But are we still shackled down by the fucked up politics They say its equal oppurtunites But look at the difference in our community We livin in hell they living in luxury Them bitches scared of the black power Put the dope in our hood to divide and devour But Lord we still fightin but they got us on the ropes We came so far but we still got so far to go [Chorus] Its so hard with these shackles on our feet Its so hard all the things you done to me Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ? Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep From Letras Mania