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It's the revolution, baby Oh, they televising this shit right now (It's my boy Masar on the beat) (DJ Elyes) Life in the pen', never that They came back for the base, we came with the better crack I came to provide the people better tracks The narratives I engage, twenty years in the cage Twenty years as a slave, ni-ni-nigga please Hang me from bigger trees Play me, my trigger squeeze Ecstasy liquor chase, pay me or get the ease Watching him plead his case spray 'em or get the cheese How could you fuck with niggas that been from the jump? I got a drawer full of ammo, I got a sawed off pump I got my niggas, I activate 'em, they come with a phone call Bust at the opposition, he die, it's his own fault Gambled your life, nigga, you reap what you sow They send some killers to come and get me, I reach for the four I signal left in the V like they ain't heard of the Don yet Connections is overseas, murderous contacts If its a genie in the bottle, then she better be a model Got a dollar to my name, I'ma bet it on the lotto We was playing in the sin, now we playing in the wind 'Cause if I could do it over, I'ma do this shit again Letras de cancionesMy nigga, please, I'll trade you my bitches for some weed (Come on) Sixty of some liquor, my music is a disease Nigga, freeze, put your hands where I can see They were fed the wrong description and it wasn't even me I go soft, I go hard, take a look at all my scars Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton, Malcolm X Boulevard I ain't never pull the trigger, sipping brown sugar liquor Even mama call me bigger, make my money, say it, nigga All the women, all the weed Watermelon spitting seeds And these bitches not my children, feel neglected [?][1:36] Bowing down, spit the grit In my town, this the shit This a gift Yeah, this a gift Yeah, this a hit Now every single time that the police come for a nigga I gotta run and take cover, they tryna gun for a nigga They wanna kill us in cold blood, leave us in bloody streets The prophecy I fulfill top of the money reach Choppers, we gon' conceal, pockets is on E And every time I drop, I'm the hottest thing on the streets (Hottest thing, baby) We was looting, niggas tried And I had a of hell of a team, but a couple niggas died And we was in no Gucci stores, couple niggas buy it Some hammers and DVDs, couple of 'em fried The witnesses on the stand, couple of 'em lied They want me to take a plea, some pull up and hide The Bentley pull up and swerve, some pull up and glide She fuck with them BNBs, I look at the sky Them fuckers they think could see me, I pull out the nine Leave them fuckers nice and dreamy and send 'em up to die I go soft, I go hard, take a look at all my scars Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton, Malcolm X Boulevard I ain't never pull the trigger, sipping brown sugar liquor Even mama call me bigger, make my money, say it, nigga All the women, all the weed Watermelon spitting seeds And these bitches not my children, feel neglected [?] Bowing down, spit the grit In my town, this the shit This a gift Yeah, this a gift Yeah, this a hit I don't know about all that shit This ain't no hit Nigga, this for the streets For your motherfucking mind Boss Don, Negro Spirituals Gotta love it Ow From Letras Mania