Black Republican

I know you can feel the magic baby

Turn the motherfuckin lights down

Esco whuttup （Whuttup homey）

I mean it's what you expected ain't it

Let's go uh uh uh uh uh

Turn the music up and the headphones

uh Yea that's perfect （Yea right）

Uh we gots to take and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker

（hahaha!） Make niggaz mad and shit like

Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4-bars nigga go in

Start dancin' in this motherfucker

Yea （Yea） niggaz come outta nowhere

I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in

Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them

Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em

Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then

Huddlin' over the oven we was like brothers then （What ）

Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend

We had governin' who would of thought the love would end

Like ice cold album all good things

Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang

Thought it was all wood-grain all good brain

You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game

Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign

Could bring! should bling the game and I could

It's kill or be killed how could I refrain

And foreva be in debt that's neva a good thing

To the pressure for success can put a good strain

On a friend you call best and yes it could bring

Out the worst in every person even the good's insane

Though we rehearsed it's just ain't the same

When you put in the game at age sixteen

Then you mix things like cars jewelry and miss things

Jealousy ego and pride and this brings

It all to a head like coin cha-ching

The rule of evil strikes again this could sting

Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point

This puts the ring in jeopardy - until Liberty

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government

Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them

Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em

Probably in up back in the hood I'm like fuck it then

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government

Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them

Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em

Probably in up back in the hood I'm like fuck it then

I'm back in the hood they like Hey Nas （Uh）

Blowin' on purp' reflectin' on they lives

Couple of fat cats couple of A I 's

Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies

Gray 5's hate guys wishin' our reign dies

Pitch sling pies and niggaz they sing why

Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time

Weak minds keep tryin' follow the street signs

I'm standin' on the roof of my building

I'm feelin' - the whirlwind of beef I inhale it

Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire

Sippin' 80 proof bulletproof under my attire

Could it be the forces of darkness against hood angels of good

That forms street politics - makes a sweet honest kid

Turn illegal for commerce - to get his feet out of them Converse

That's my word