me Why'd you have to go You've left us all to go And get the answers I'm not going home right now, I'm not going to watch you go, I'm going home right
enticed By niggas like slick money and ice We figure prison end should come with the light Along with losin' your life And there were no way we thought We'd go
cows Somebody tell Malcom X that I'm tryna steal his style And tell Cornell West that I'm tryna steal his fro Go back in time, take the slaves plows,
boy I'm touching on the ass boy go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy I'm from the South boy that's how it go boy we like to see em' drop
't been to jail They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell He told about the murders an' the whole operation I feel like the slave on
is on the two Abraham Lincoln got shot and died Freed the slaves so they put him on the five And Hamilton, my old time friend They put his face on the
Depending on your race or depending on your adress man I been blessed, was given less and but still progress man I hate to see the position my niggas left in Slay dope
I throw the wifey in some Dolce And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves I get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down on the niggas
Yo, I speak at schools a lot 'Cause they say I'm intelligent Nervous cause I'm dope If I was wack I'd be irrelevant I'm like the dope in your tracks
it holds the explosives! One just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he Stay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on
like the lense on ya camera boy im so focused down in the dirty south that how it go makin money gettin that doe down in the dirty south thats how it go
wanna ask the Lord Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me and why's it so rough when you're young and black They say you go to jail or get strung on
plenty grass boy I'm touching on the ass boy Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy I'm from the South boy that's how it go boy We like to
on me, put that light on me cause i was sent to the world, by G O D shine that light on me, put that light on me cause i was sent to the world, by G O
Now that's how this shit go And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do about a nigga
still 'spose Still money, still money on my mind folks I never play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes I survive in a drought, I sit on all my dope And wait
on me, put that light on me 'Cause I was sent to the world by G O D Shine that light on me, put that light on me 'Cause I was sent to the world by G
myself For putting you through all that hell I went from high school dropout to factory laborer Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor To being back on
