Black-I - No Lawz (Prod. DRK) | Текст песни

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• No Lawz (Prod. DRK)

Lyrics:
[music playing]
Yo what up nigga man?
i ain't see you in awhile man
Whatcha been doin, man?
Chillin' whats up with you man?
Stress man, gotta make some money man
You know how it is..
Some bread
how we gonna do it?
No man...
don't tell anybody else
nobody else, nobody, alright?
man gonna get me connect yo
what?

yeah yeah yeah
niggas don't even know
Shit's about to get mad hectic
You know what I'm saying?
Livin' trife
No lawz
Know what i'm saying?
Niggas have to clean your third eyes to see this shit
Uncivilized

Authentic real and cut
Let my music explore
Cite the world
Keys to the city egos, guns
cold hard
cardinal fears
Invisible tears
smoke cess
green fatigue
Infantry
Merchandize
robin's free
mask out identity
poverty
idle spliff no cancer stick
influenced by lick
12 step program
My man hit
after 2 weeks he quit
temptation took a nig quick
Conversate with the fellowship
What would you do, the bottle got you whipped
this functional earth, the finance
my spot when i rock for bills
Eat my
No one else
trust my own self on my own dick
badly, about to get hundreds abundance
Slap a nigga like he wasn't
you must feel caskets
human beings are there from tragic death
Population rests
love fest (dead heads)
Smoke L's and white gates
Sellin' white stones with ace
live life this white
sell white stones
Handcuffed
31 precinct

[Chorus]
No Lawz
Out of the globe and war
Let's leave the war
My blood's cold
conflict fatigue clothes
military war love dies and this world
Society, drug
Night time kill the thugs
[x2]
Night time kill the thugs

Yo, God, niggaz can't be talking how much weight they got in their pad, G
Yeah yeah, where them niggaz at?
Yo, man, 2970
2970? Yo check this, we gonna load up the gats, bounce up in there, take them niggaz
Word.

shadow life of disaster
no income bastard
Got shit to lose
the world to gain
everything in it
infantry men
place a bug in your skin
to foul things
government man state
NWO keep changing' the globe (straight up)
I stay on the low exercise and I smoke
take big steps
Nigs can walk on my crypt
After things done ..
Trials and tribulations
gracious, have my head on straight kids
taste this, killer episode
straight to your doom
Got a cartridge loaded
need only the buckshot
night time day, and its dead on the spot
Lookout! niggaz rot in their cells
Ain't no stopping this
future apocalypse
the government sucks
The world about to go belly up and rot in hashish
too much wickedness badness
hails of crook rounds
blood and tears
mount sucks on
kick off door we have too
that nigga threatened to gat you
I got the duct tape, plastic bag to suffocate
Back page so he won't escape
won't escape
step unwind, my mind's corrupted
cess session
night time cold heart with weapons

[Chorus]
No Lawz
Out of the globe and war
Let's leave the war
My blood's cold
conflict fatigue clothes
military war love dies and this world
Society, drug
Night time kill the thugs
[x2]
Night time kill the thugs

You niggas wouldn't believe
Mad weight up in their pad
we pulled up and took their weight
Lounging in their place with all their weight
I was laughin at them niggas

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