Killa clan Late last night I was in the bed eyes red Thinking about Project Pat and What that f**king jury said Guilty what they gave him Then they put him in handcuffs Motherf**k them laws I'ma make you put yo hands up Don't 'cross the line Yellow tape the police brand up Outside the court North memphis and we clanned up I can be a leader bring The heater like I'm Farrakhan I can be a terrorist To the government like a Taliban Long as ya black And you rich they put they targets on Watching n**gas every move Tappin' n**gas cell phones Don't
Fall for the okie Doke call And I'll bring the dope And we can smoke Weed till the break of dawn Trapped in this hood where There ain't no motherf**king bond And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here But If you ain't from my hood Get yo a** from round here Binghampton Killa clan
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First I'm gonna catch the b**ch Then I'm gonna beat the b**ch Then I'm gonna bury b**ch Shouldn't of been Talkin' sh*t Knew who you was f**king with F**king with the f**king best She who you f**king been Now I'm aiming at yo chest This goes out to all of y'all All of y'all be talking sh*t Slip the clip up in the gun Then commence to bust a nig Bust a nig at ya dawg Watchin' you n**gas fall Screamin' out like a b**ch Mane that's just some petty sh*t Petty sh*t I'm into blood baths I don't fight or punch ya I'ma hit yo a** With the f**king rocket launcher Can you stand the pain Insane bounty hunta Stomp long see ya punk Till ya unconscious Throw you in the dumpster Lord catch and conquer Lord don't Pistol play jump up If ya want to This is the under Buried by yo momma Not only do I murder mane I also embalm ya
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And you 'bout to judge the life Of a black man Young brother from the hood made it rappin' and With a knot In his pocket weighing least a grand Here's the story He got caught With some fire arms By a crooked a** cop With his siren on He was known As a felon made it bigger than state The whole case turned fed Made him lose his faith Picture this now the judge He got hatred for crooks Because Ten years ago He was appointed by bush Republican white man And he don't give a f**k If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck Prosecutors shady lawyers mane Who can you trust All this palm greasy sh*t Mane it's bigger than us Make you wanna be like f**k It hit the trunk of the car Deliberation it was time for the jury to start
