Do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris Kringle. Come and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angels. Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand That Santa Claus is a black man.
See, you're out your mind tryin' to face tha God. Your rhyme is like an empty prison...a waste of bars.
Let's be honest, the cards' on the table: Jealousy's a sin, Cain killed Abel. Backstabber...Caesar had Brutus. It's hard to weed 'em out, even Jesus had Judas.
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death, We got to fight the powers that be!
I don't see the world as you see it. I see it as a game, and my aim is to complete it. What you live for is what you die for: To make a little name, grab some fame and the high score.
Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child.
With so much drama in the L-B-C, It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
If I should fall asleep and death takes me away, Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay.
It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of the struggle, Doin things that probably get you in trouble.
Dallas Mavericks want me as a bald-headed 5' 8" guard with a 95" vertical. Vince Carter respect my legs, ask Shawn Kemp.
Homicide central, East New York, Where the manic-depressive psycho murderers stalk
They smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash, Mad and stuff because they don't have cash.
I leave scientists mentally scarred, Triple Extra Large, Wild like rock stars who smash guitars.
Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless, Feels like a midget is hangin from my necklace!
Your white tee, well to me, looks like a nightgown; Make your mama proud, take that thing two sizes down.
My radio, believe me, I like it loud, I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd. Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete.
My life is like a song and I think I know the words, And as I start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur. So I freestyle improv, make mistakes and evolve, The obstacles repeat, cause naturally it revolves.
I heard when I talk, they all listen, They hang on every word from the God, they all Christians. I baptize 'em with lines, this is y'all christenin' Bless with the gift of my presence, this y'all's Christmas.
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected, But it was thrown out of court because of course the Creator and I connected. He told me, "Fear not for thou art protected. Your life is being requested.
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery, Punk, don't flatter me.
The Chinamen built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim, And in return, the Pilgrim killed 'em. They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday 'hell-day.'
Layin niggas so flat, homies think you plankin', Only realize you dead when the corpse start stankin'.
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go. We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window: "Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown, Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down." I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes, But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues.
In this lifetime, you got two things: Bad and good, and ain't nothin' in between.
I have to be perfectly honest: You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics.
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