, nigga, I'm a shooter Think about the consequences, nigga, I got gouda And niggas with gouda will send a nigga, fuck a case 'Cause niggas with gouda will have your whole family
Whether they gag me, bound me, hollow point 'round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details
bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents Court reporter catch the surface on the paper File it in the system
that nigga to get you nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin' [somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system
you furious, so grab your shit and listen up It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us If it's this system, in the ghetto back
can't hear me when I say that I love you dawg, and out of all them power moves I coulda made I focused on keepin your family straight I, po' out some
Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that Now I can tell you that I felt Hell, I still remember how a cell smell Still remember how the pigs at Family crying
mama put me in the system, she locked me up Now this around the time that we lived on Hanley When I think about it I don't know none of my family Except
Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the Holdin pen with me in central booking Welcome to the system Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers
drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system
can recognize Having never seen the color Of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell But it's a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped
about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all these saleries. HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP HOP It's in the academies, hauled from the streets of the hood every family
A drunken police officer mows down an entire family in Brooklyn The judge lets him go with no bail It reminds us, of just how worthless our lives are to the justice system
can find Every nights a different dime (Madchild) I was a crazy little devil at a early age Been raising hell still I'm tryin to reach the pearly gates Fuck with my family
your memory blurs A sure bet, Dell never fails clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be a family
all with the internal mirror of the scope [Foreign content] Supreme deluxe edition, cream with a touch of wisdom Beams that through up the system,
and department stores, direct mail houses, Were to record every single items we purchase, data about ya, Daily habits, and movements will flow into the b system
Only 14, product of a broken home Out late, tryin to tell me that you're makin your livin Tryin to see how much weed you can take in your system Indeed