Its Funny This Is War My People At His Door And Im Knocking Mean Wile We Rocking Globally And Its Sad Man Look Like Attandents Got My People Lookin Real Bad Man
Funny This Is War My People At His Door And Im Knocking Mean Wile We Rocking Globally And Its Sad Man Look Like Attandents Got My People Lookin Real Bad Man
, man To be able to say something like this It takes a hella motherfucker to say it This song is deticated to all my people Its called "Message To The Black
on so many different dials Because I got more fucking hits than a disciplined child So when they see me everybody brrrrraps, brrrrrraps Man I'm like a young gun fully black
could be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact that they never meant us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak but rap hit the streets Black
Yeah, this is Ice-T I'ma slow it down for a minute I wanna talk to all the ladies out there I got my man J-ell in the house I got a message I wanna send
police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man
at the beep (Hello, hello) Ill get with ya (Hello, hello) PICK UP THE PHONE!? [Ludacris] Woo Now see I'm just a black man livin out a black mans dream
connection No this is not about something from the black market This is about no questions This is about smoke and sweat and beats This is about no message
hour I seen good Christians make rash decisions Oh she do it, what happened to religion? Oh she lose it, she putting on her make up She casually allure, text message
scars of the marketplace Welcome to the land of flame and fizz Where you will learn that packaging is all that Heaven is We got the little black car, the little black
blue eyes and loved her like rain Then she flew away like the bird she was before I saw her flying into the sunset As the sky turned to black and
't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called RIP and Stratejacket Number One Assassin is fully strapped We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black
Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me 'Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep Save that motherfucker black, '
long So now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our So now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in
in New York Comin' Kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black
keep ya head up Our lifesytle's be close caption, addicted to fatal attraction Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin' No fairytales for this young black
[Beanie Man] Zaccka Zo Ona-na-na-na Guerilla Black where you from Zaccka [Guerilla Black + (Beanie Man Ad-Libs)] I'm strictly business, just like