Bushwick Bill lyrics

Bushwick Bill lyrics

"Letter From KKK lyrics"

Black & White Television lyrics
I looked in the mirror then saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds Blessed with clear vision Things were not as they seemed Black and White Television stared back from the wall. Is that my life? Am I here at all? Down in the High Road, see motor cavalcades glide past shopwindow dressers desperately covering all the parts they can hide. Black and White Television stares at me again. Is that their lives? Even dummies pret
[ VERSE 1 ]
I got a letter from the muthafuckin Ku Klux Klan, man
They say they wanna give us a helping hand
With pulling that goddamn trigger
And killin off 4'000 other niggers
Since 1975
Yeah, that's how many of us died
And these peckerwoods ain't frontin
Cause they know that we're killin each other over nothin
Steady givin em the power
Cause we're fightin each other over streets that ain't even ours
Cause we wanna be slingers
And oh yeah, congratulations to all you gangbangers
Cause everytime you pop one
Might be killin a future black lawyer or doctor, son
Or a future black businessman
That the white man has to compete with in the end
We're havin fun with the gun
Wipin out our next black generation to come
Cause we don't listen
And that's why niggas get the most time in prison
Cause they judge is on their payroll
And day by day steady gainin mo' control
They got us up against the ropes
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Auto Hag lyrics
Here they come, in pursuit of speed calling "danger, desire, greed" Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more Bet your mother wouldn't like it. Mother wouldn't like it Just like a wet 13 Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it Viscious satin say Here she comes, sagging under her load TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of God She's gonna fight in the people's key Move on over and give
letter from the Ku Klux Klan to us black folks [ CHORUS 1 ] Will a East Coast brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Will a West Coast brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a brother up north ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a brother down south ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) [ VERSE 2 ] They're claimin that they're winnin And pretty soon they'll go back to rapin our women Cause they'll be at home alone Cause they figure all us niggas'd be gone So gangbangers, keep up the good work, guys Cause they love to read about the drive-by's How we kill our family and friends They love to hear how many niggers died over the weekend Because they don't need us But for now they can tolerate these niggers with jungle fever And it's a disgrace Cause they're helpin them further break down the black race Till we can' fight And if they keep it up, all of our black kids'll be white And we can ?wait for it or dispise? Because we're too blind to open our damn eyes And all our dreams go up in smoke A letter from the KKK to us black folks [ CHORUS 2 ] Will a 5th Ward brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a South Park brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Will a Northside brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a Southside brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) [ VERSE 3 ] And all you gangbangers they say they don't love ya But they can appreciate they way that you slaughter Other muthafuckas in the street Killin up a different gang of niggas every muthafuckin week Makin the graveyards bigger You're doin a wonderful job eliminatin us niggas Without our men our women can't reproduce Unless of course we let the white m
Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset lyrics
Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more So I blame this town, this job, these friends The truth is it's myself And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where i am By the time I get things figured out I've change the whole damn plan Oh noose tied myself
an shoot his juice And then it'll be over, brother Thanks to our helping commitment to kill each other And we can't go out like that So we gotta reload that gat And hunt down that white ghost And get to ?waste? their muthafuckin ass from coast to coast Cause I'm a fool on the trigger, I like to pull it I'm sendin that muthafuckin letter back with a bullet Bang-bang, there you have it Now I'm just waitin for you prejudiced muthafuckas to grab it So you can see what I'm talkin about Then you can see which goddamn race gets wiped out Cause Bushwick's fed up with you hoes And you can keep your fuckin letter [ CHORUS 3 ] Will Malcolm X ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would Martin Luther King ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would Farrakhan ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would Mandela ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)